My daily aphorisms. Reflections on life, death, beauty, change, love, happiness, etc., written in a poetic and whimsical style.
I sometimes wonder if we don’t do that, borrow from others’ recollections to fill up the small details that we have forgotten over time. This is a very interesting debate actually, how much of what we remember are our own truth, the truth or what we want it to be – brilliant food for thought as always! Hope you have a lovely evening.
I like this one, Marty. It beautifully/poetically depicts the connection between human individuals.
That's true ...sometimes we compare other people's experiences especially those who are younger than us with our experiences and we start playing with our memories. what we used to do and how we will do if we get second chance.
Very thought provoking.Collecting your own memories, and learning things yourself is a huge part of life.
All sounds a bit "bicephalous" to me, I think... and, me too, come to think of it!
Very profound. It's always intrigued me how our mothers are born with all their eggs and how part of us was already "there," even before we were a twinkle in our parents' eyes. It's our own memories and experiences that make us who we are.
Memories have this tendency of transgressing boundaries of person, place, truth and fiction. A very apt aphorism, indeed.
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This is profound given Boomer Muse is about to expire on June 25 after six years. I will have something new and will post my last post(in this incarnation) tomorrow. Thanks for stopping by :-)
What an interesting perspective and very philosophical!
Then you pass it on to the next generation...and the cycle goes on.