Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Blasted Memory

Quote of the Day:
--Batman52486: ABC, easy as 123
--Pedro886: simple as Do-Re-Mi
--Batman52486: do re mi isnt simple

I had thought of a wonderful post to do today, and i can not remember it. Isnt that the darnest thing? Does it not make you mad whenever you think of something totally brilliant and it just escapes the brain cells? The mysterious magnificence of memory is somewhat magical and majestical and helps one remember major and minor events that make up the man; yet many times my memory makes me move memories out of my brain and all that is left is mostly knowledge of emotion and much mentioning by the brain to the me that there has been a lost memory. Alliteration aside, It is perplexing. I remember that I wanted to remember something but I do not remember anything other than I liked what I had thought of a lot and now it is gone. Also, many times emotion is left without pictures. You can remember the emotional context, such as happiness or anger towards someone but the event is forgotten. For example, a man says to his friend, "you always do that," the friend replies, "oh yea? When have i done that?" Of course he can only remember the last time his friend did it and therefore there is only one time that you can recall, but the emotion of all the other ones still remain. Frustrating. One could write everything down, but that is just not feasible. Maybe you could become smarter but not likely. The only possible answer to the problem is a pensieve, but that will only work if you say the thought out loud, barring that you remember when it happened.

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Thursday, May 04, 2006

What am I talking about?

Can you see it? Beyond the hills, over the horizon. It is coming. Why can't you see it? It is right there...see? It comes like a speeding bullet, covering the sky with its beauty and complexity. Mysterious it is. A thousand rivers meeting at one place. The eye of the storm and the wall of the storm. You do not understand; yet I do not understand why you do not understand. It is so plain and simple, yet you make it complex. I do my best. Why can't you see it? You look at me like I am crazy, wondering what is going on. A calm before the wake. Accusations. Name calling. You hate what you do not understand. Perhaps you are wrong. Did that ever occur to you? Maybe you can not see what is really there. Wait! No. YOU refuse to see what is there. Either way neither tries. I do my best. Bear with me. Ask. But you do not. I now understand. The eye of the storm versus the wall—the calm before a wake, back to the calm. This is why you can not see it.

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