Recently
heard this poetic thought being echoed in a song. 'These memories have an existence
because of me, and I have an existence because of these memories.'. Very similar
to the thought that latch onto your memories, thats all that left of you. Is
that true? I think to some degree it is true. The future does not exist, the
present is abrupt, and the past is all that you can latch onto...Think about
it...Life...A pipedream subsisting on the past?
