Somehow I don't feel the need to memorialize in digital format what mother nature meant my memory to do, i.e., to distort, exaggerate and romanticize.
Every time I look at pictures of me I feel `let down.' Jowels. Mortality marches on.
When I look at my family, friends and associates I'm bouyed. I am reminded of their kindness and generosity. Their good humor.
One's perceptions float around in a pool of neural connections, weird chemicals and electrical farts. The ultimate good purpose of this `pool' is:
- to protect us from past painful experiences,
- to stimulate pleasure without the use of drugs (legal or otherwise),
Pictures take away from memory too often. And the stories we tell ourselves are too important to leave alone, without a context of sensation, meaning, and value.
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