You can call it karma, I guess. Or you can call it revenge. Or justice. But for those of us who look at the keys when we type the "delete" button is far too close to the "insert" button. This means that whole passages can be typed over. Naturally enough the stuff typed over was always good, the work of genius, but it's gone for ever.
Then after years and years a person realizes there's a time machine called an
"undo" button and what with things like cutting and pasting and undoing, it's
possible to reveal what was lost. My own advice is to understand the nature of
hope by never ever entering this time machine. The results are always very