It isn't really memory that persists, is it? If that were all we'd be free, even in remembering. It could be all so very Platonic. The messy part, the tentacles that refuse to let go, the feelings, those persist, and won't be reasoned with. I've tried to explain them to myself and still they are an enigma. Try explaining shadows to someone who's not seen the sun. I don't know if I've seen the sun, really. I've been running in the dark in the midst of some treacherous obstacles. Perhaps if I'd have confined such activities to the foothills of the Cascades, where the worst one can do is run off a cliff...
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