I mourn the fall of a community, which once thrived. A virtual community brought to virtual extinction. A place where individuals sharing a thing in common would once gather and share ideas, voice opinions, solicit assistance and most importantly offer assistance to people they did not and likely would never know, meet, or see. It was a place where we all shared a bond. It was a fraternity. A brotherhood. It mattered not where we were from, what we did for a living, the color of our skin, nor our religious or political affiliation. We all shared an interest in or were owners of an Asus P3V4X motherboard. And that was enough. It was a community -- a place to gather. It was a place to participate in great conversation or to just listen-in on other’s conversations. There were scholars, philosophers, scoundrels, comedians, hopeless optimists, and eternal pessimists. There were words of wisdom bestowed and dangerous advice given. Here was given praise, encouragement and admonishment. It was a place where we could share in the ecstasy of victory or the anguish of defeat. A place where we could scream and there was always a sympathetic ear. It was a place where we embraced newcomers and wished farewell to those who moved on. It was a virtual community, but just as real as the one we reside in. A community, virtual or otherwise, is not an isolated unit. It is part of a larger society and cannot stand unaffected by events affecting the society of which it is a part. The OCAU forums were forced to shutdown for some time as a means of self-defense. This attack on our society was the equivalent of a nuclear bomb in it’s affect. Our community and society was forced to scurry underground with no warning. Our society and community was decimated and laid to waste. We waited and waited for the all-clear signal and when we emerged the landscape was changed forever. Our homes were gone. Our community no longer existed. Where once stood a thriving community, now stood a crater. We could never go home again. No matter how hard we try, we can never duplicate the community that once was. Events have changed us. Time has marched on. It has changed the place we once called home. While we may be able to stake out a plot of “internet” real estate and carve out a few megabytes on some server, it will not be the same. The indescribable, immeasurable thing that made the P3V4X forum what it was, cannot be again. The delicate balance of personalities, like the balance of ingredients and seasonings in just the right proportions, has been lost. The recipe was never written down. As Darwin’s theory of evolution applies to animals, it also applies to communities. The same ingredients in a primordial soup today would not yield the same results as it did millions of years ago. There is happenstance, luck, and a certain randomness that applies to our real and “virtual” world. We pack up our belongings and shuffle off to other places and try to make a go of it. For some it will be in the land of Intel, for others a country called Via. We are refugees -- displaced and without a homeland. We will visit each other in our new homes, but it will not be the same. It will be different -- but can it be as powerful, as full of life, as good as the original? Only time will tell! My lament for my community -- I mourn the fall of this community. I mourn the death of the P3V4X forum. I guess what bothers me the most is I never got to say goodbye. There was no warning of it’s imminent demise. We all knew that the P3V4X was getting long in the tooth, and that it, along with it’s forum, would eventually pass. I never saw the demise of the forum coming so soon. It was suddenly snatched away. I just always thought it would die a peaceful death in it’s sleep, not pass in a sudden and unexpected event. Perhaps some feel it was better to “die” this way, than a slow deteriorating death. There are some that like me, would have wanted to be there, at it’s deathbed, to squeeze it’s hand and tell it what a wonderful friend it had been and that it will be truly missed.