What are memories but a window to the past? Through them we see, grasp and form the events of our past. Some memories aren't even ours, yet we may relive them from a story told, or the written words of grandfathers'. We see into a forgotten past with eyes of new, or newt as olden would have said of our world. yet what we see may alter as our personal agenda may play tricks with our minds. A detail may become clearer and fog our memory of the other events, or falsely state what was. Memories, they build what we are, cause from memories we draw our learning. A session from decades before can be relived to remind us of our skills. Yet I fear, I rarely force the reunion, as I don't wish to cloud them with doubt or mischief. Memories fade away with time as the sand is swept away by the sea. As I recall much change over time, our skin wrinkles and stiffens, the once mighty stream shrink to a small and calm river, all is doomed to fade even the sun and light, but let it fade in it's full glory as dignified as honour itself.
- tired of the pressing question; why not take a look to remind us of the past?
Why can't we simply prepare for the future and treasure what we have?
2 comments:
Eye of Newt var forøvrig også en kode for Warcraft II, den avslørte hele banen. En av to koder jeg husker, andre er pot of gold, gjett hva den gjør.
:P^^ i can imagine^^
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