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[agent_smart]

There are certain kinds of zen moments... like sex... or closing my eyes in deep conversation, mechanically performing a job, or during eating... a quick flash of movement... or just certain stimuli, like a few notes of music, a few words... or imperceptible changes... I don't even know what they are. But environments from my childhood slip into

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[agent_smart]

hi, wyatt!

this is close to what I figured. But I wonder if the mind has a need to sift through snapshots like these. I have extremely detailed memories of my surroundings and certain conversations, when I was a child -- and moments I learned or realized certain things. Even from before I could walk and talk (which was very young). My short-term memory is crud, and I also wonder if I still form long-term memories, now, the way I did, then. Probably not quite, just because of the different ways that a child and adult brain are needed and used.

If they are momentous occasions, by the measure of my personal, subjective criteria, I wonder what that says about me. It's true that there has always been a mild mysteriousness... er... something that causes me to "wake up" when I am in between and in transit. I feel alone, in a good way. Like my senses can't be affected by thoughts of other people or things. Maybe that's why I seem to remember the seemingly less important things.

Another thing -- I'm sure there must be some connection the mind forms between some small stimulus in current life and the memory. Let's see if I can articulate this... when we are young, are we biologically/mentally imprinted with images that grow concrete roots in our minds... that are really parts of our minds? Places in our brains? Are these images, more steadfast than any others, shadows in the broad background of all my other thoughts? Are they, along with all of my early experiences, the primary colors that surround the secondary and tertiary experiences of my later life? I know that nothing is ever truly forgotten, short of brain damage, but even further than that -- are these places the wallpapering on the boxes that all other related memories are dropped into? The covers of scrapbooks? Do they now have meaning, based upon latter experiences that I've tossed into them?

Need I babble longer? Do you get it?

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I get it, for sure. I can't answer all those questions, but I think they are the right questions. I don't think it can be answered, either, what your assortment of essence memories says about you. I think a lot of it is organization for, not just this life, but for the return to the fold. That's just my take on it though. You're right... nothing is truly forgotten. This lends itself to my belief that something beyond the material mind plays a role in such experiences.