Memories, like dreams, come for a purpose. As the mind wanders suddenly a memory comes up sharply. I have noticed upon a number of occasions recently that when I ask “why” the memory has surfaced rather than just let it float down the river with the rest of my mind’s ramblings, there is inevitably a valuable teaching in that memory. It comes specifically because it has something relevant and important to reveal. I have to crack the nut, keep banging away at the shell, and finally there is the meat. Try it, stay with it until you crack it open. It’s amazing.