The underlying idea seems almost intuitive,
though
doesn't it?
After all,
every time we consciously access a memory, we are not
only remembering the thing,
we are making a new movie
of the remembering
of the thing.
When we put the memory back, it will be changed
When we put it back, it will be with that added gloss. For
any frequently-recalled event, the original mote
of experience will - over
a lifetime - be almost
completely obscured
by the layers of mother-of-pearl we lovingly lave over it.
2 comments:
Nice to see another poem from you, sir.
Thank you TM!
I am in a bind, and I am way behind, and I may not make 365 this year. Alas. Ah well. Sigh.
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