How else can a man study patterns…..
Of man’s nature and the nature of men?
If not by storing and keeping in the recesses of his mind.
And then progress can march and conclusions be sought……
With the textbook of memory ,
which Experience uses to teach its lessons…..

How else can you get lost in the Nostalgia…..
Of beautiful places seen or Wonderful Situations encountered?
Or mould yourself subconsciously….
Like the artist you admire or the principles you like…
If your mind does not register those beautiful and enduring moments of awe.
Oh Memory ! take my imagination even higher……
So I can continuously keep inventing and not always be Raw….

But then on the other hand, I also remember tears…..
The bouts of sadness, my stupidity, my fears…..
I wish I could have died then and not commit all those errors……
Again and again they come back to haunt me even after all these years.
“Go away please” I beg you to leave me alone…….

And Somewhere from the unknown, Memory’s voice beckons,
Look at the big picture and look at the present ,
For although you may have suffered intolerably then and even thought of dying….
Look how everything is alright now and Pessimism is lying!