It is in our cells, not our minds. Our minds are like tiny transistor radios attempting to translate the voltage of the sun that is memory. Our hearts know, they can do it; our cells know, they can do it; but our minds, these gorgeous instruments with more powers than any
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
I think it is very difficult, way more difficult than it should be, for us as humans to realize how subjective memory is. At any given moment all persons present are noticing whatever they notice out of the thousands of things to notice in that moment because of what their psyches are scanning