Noisy Thoughts & Empty Words

It has been over five months since I was here.  Having spent some time with my elderly father who could be the mirror of my future, I seemed to have lost my way, troubled by the reality of an aged life when words no longer seem to matter, when the body awakens to awkward mobility and the mind to forgetfulness. So what is the point in putting down thoughts when they ultimately represent nothing but the compulsion of the still-capable intellect to act even though its product is as empty as the unclaimed cyberspace?