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Mnemosyne 2010
by
Nick Bergeron


When we are children, our world is without shape or form.  Show us a ball, the ball exists.  Remove the ball and it does not.  Our world begins and ends at the reaches of our perception, and only the development of memory allows us to form the building blocks from which we construct our reality.  When the ball is removed, we remember it, and now that even if we cannot see it, it still exists.  Everything that we see and know is built upon our memory, including ourselves.  We are creations of our own experiences, whether sharply recollected or dimly.  As our memories change with time, so in turn do our personalities change, as we forget and forgive, and as new memories inform our older ones.  In a way, we exist only as the reflection of everything that has come before, knowing that somewhere out there in time or in space, the things we have seen are still there. 

But what if those things are NOT still there after all?  What if forgetting about something made it cease to exist?  What if all of creation hinged upon the importance it had in someone's memory?  If you show God a ball, and take it away, does God remember that ball still exists?

01 - Revisiting Old Wounds - In which our Hero begins his tale.  Like any good story, he gives you the Cliff Notes in how he came into himself.  I'm sure that he included me in the description.  Or perhaps he didn't, as his exclusion of me was the beginning of the problem in the first place.  After he tells you the sordid story of me, you will see a healing, which is of course the beginning of the end.


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Last updated on 1/15/2010 12:29:41 PM by Jennifer Brozek
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     Four Visitors 2010
     Guest Quarters 2010
     Solstice 2010
     Sparrow Hill Road 2010
     Who Are We?
     Postcards
     Windows to the Soul 2010
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