March 5, 2013 § Leave a comment
In elementary school, we learn the times tables by heart, through a process of rote recitation. It doesn’t take long before we know that 5 x 4 equals 20, or 10 x 10 is a hundred. This knowledge becomes so embodied, that even 10, 20, or 50 years later, the memory of it hasn’t gone away. It’s the kind of knowledge that lives inside us, like our name, langauge, where we come from, and who we love.
If we stop to think about it, most of what we know to be true about life is based on memory – not just the kind of memory that tells us about a phone call that we need to return, or what’s on the calendar for Saturday night, but memory that makes sense of the world and gives us an identity within it.
There is perhaps nothing more sacred than a memory…
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