Memory Slipstream

Days go by.
Days go by and they fold - one into the next.
And then they fade.

Those events that take place on these days, are they really as small as they seem? Are not the tiny things we experience the ones that truly create who we are? Sure, we have those ‘defining moments’, but what are they if not a way of changing and arranging the input that we’ve built up? We trudge through the ‘grind’ in order to grate off the little slivers of being that we toss in a large pile and wait until these moments of great insight, and that is when we finally pick them up and make sense of all the little components, which until that moment sat dormant; a resource neglected.

The question is, then, what can you identify and apply properties to every sliver? Would markings no allow you a greater understanding, a better sense of place and knowing? So we have memories. These memories are stored in our massive data center, so massive it has yet to be calculated. If you have that much space, is there really any reason to erase data? If you have more room in your head than you could ever use in a life time, would you ever discard something that could be important? Do you?
Is memory truly forgotten? When we stop remembering something, is it really erased, completely eradicated from our minds? Or, instead, is it just stored away in the archives, a second that stands aside from the active portions, allowing faster travel of the more frequented thoughts? Is it still in there, somewhere, compressed and uninterruptable when we don’t have the proper decoders? Perhaps the decoders are a frame of mind? It’s these certain trains of thought that allow us to visit the past, is it not? If that is the case, could we not create a formula for all recollection? Could we tap into every memory we’ve ever formed, simply by finding out the thoughts we need to get there? It is a giant puzzle with pieces that stand directly before us…our eyes just don’t know how to see them.

Learn to look. Learn the stream.