the odd chronicle


February 7th 2006

copyright don oddy

~ have I changed my mind - not yet ~

~ lost & found ~

so many memories over time,
our losses often equal what we find


Many years ago I became more aware that we have huge capacity to keep helpful and harmful memories alive. We store most of what we experience and with a little time and effort can reveal just any amount of distant memory. Soft or harsh, joyful and sad.
Sometimes we seem to live in a state of forgetfulness. Hard to recollect either the good or sad times. Yet all these memories are there inside us, keeping us focused and interpreting the world as we see it. We have common ground and reference, at the same moment our experience is unique and based on everything we are. Immutable memory? Inevitable denial as we discover the value of revisionsim.
Our memories become our reference points, our touchstones, our own personal philospher's stone, our own alchemy and metaphysics.
Our ingredients of life, unique measures we decant and offer as our liqour, enable us to see our world with our authentic view. A combination sublime, always a one off event, often we attempt replication and find similarity, nothing is ever the same again. Our memory as diverse as the present and ever subtly enhanced to our lean.
Our loss of the unique, the authentic , distilled over and over, enriched with our own essence as we find our experiences fresh each day and informed from our powerhouse of recollection.
Even in repitition, the pattern flawless and copied, our outcomes will be forever diverse and experienced with nuance sometimes hard to perceive. Beyond our control as our memories fly and become as others view and discern and devour.
We know there is nothing new in creation, or do we? For as we speed from birth to extinction, everything we know carries our own unique view, tempered by every experience and stored by nature and nurture... Baffling our natural science with impeccable pedigree, each day offers enrichment even in emotional penury. The wealth and puacity, the conundrum in semantics, our gravitas carries the treasure of a full life. We carry without burden the weight of life spent in its persuit...

© 2005 don oddy