That's a post that keeps running 'round my brain and I've yet to properly configure a response equal to its inspiration, but I'm thinking on it.

Memory is a slippery thing, given the way it is stored. I see it as operating sort of like oral history. Our memories are encoded as multiple neural paths, synapse talking to synapse in patterns. Each time that happens, the path is worn deeper. Over time, things get bypassed, and forgotten. The focus changes, and the path wiggles, by-passing aspects of memory like a meandering river leaves behind ox-bow lakes.

I recently read 1491, a great book about the lost history of the Americas before European Discovery. It's a good read, and I've ranted about it before. I found it facsinating how humans forget, and how fast are the obscuring sands of time.

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