What I do remember is what I don't remember
What I don't remember is what I do remember
What must I remember and what can I forget
And if I forget to remember what I must remember
And only remember what I can forget
What then
What then becomes of me
If all I am is what I can forget
Then what I am is forgettable
If what remains of me
Is but the remains of me
Then what remains of me
If I am what I recall
And I do not recall what I am
Then what am I
If memory fails then so must I
That much I remember
6 comments:
A deeply thoughtful Seussical You!
You are and will always be totally “unforgettable!!!!”
EA
And I thought it was JUST me !👍👍
RB
Well, you are certainly addressing here the essential questions of identity and memory and loss as we age. These are the great themes! Thanks for your words.
DP
It's one thing to read about the joyful ruminations of a day and game made perfect by spending it at yankee stadium with your 3 year old grandchild; but to contemplate the existential solipsism of memory and self asks too much because it is too close to all of us who turned 70 or are turning 69.
So, as I can only still look forward to the joy of being a grandpa which may correspond to my being a lifelong Mets fan grown used to the agony of hope and disappointed expectations, I will dwell on the perfect game and leave you to remember what you have not yet forgotten.
Thank you for your ruminations.
J
Most importantly, we must remember to look forward to those yet-to-come memories.
😘
LB
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