Collecting feathers

There was this story they used to tell us in Hebrew School, and later at Youth Group meetings whenever we discussed LaShoan Harah. Evil Tongue. Gossip.
Anyways, this guy starts spreading rumors about a Rabbi, nothing majorly harmful, but in classic telephone style, the rumors get themselves elaborated and pretty soon the Rabbi is said to have done some not so kosher things. Turns out the original rumor wasn't true, so the Rabbi calls the instigator to his house. They discuss the truth and other things (doubtless, LaShoan harah as well). The guy feels terrible, apologizes profusely and vows to correct the mistake. BAM! The Rabbi whips out a huge bag of feathers and hands it to the guy. Now it happens to be a pretty windy day. Anyways, the Rabbi brings the dude to the front door and tells him to open the bag of feathers on the front lawn. As soon as he does so, feathers are flying everywhere, down the street, up in the air, they're up and out of there. When things die down a bit, the Rabbi tells the guy to collect all the feathers, every single one, and refill the bag. As is the style, the man says something along the lines of, "But Rabbi, that is impossible, some of the feathers might already be in the next town." And the Rabbi says, "Well, the words you spoke about me are like these feathers. You can try to take them back, but it is too late."
I kind of feel like the guy collecting the feathers. Last night, i published an entry that semi-attacked a good friend. I deleted it...because it really should never have been published in the first place, but it wasn't cool on my part and the damage has been damaged.