No, actually I do not remember :)
As I constantly construct my reality - and saying this is an idea I got from somewhere else - I find humans always on the hunt for something spectacular, something unusual and breaking routines. I am filled with pictures with super heroes, super experiences, mighty forms and expressions, high flying ideas and "great questions".

Sometimes I am so tired of this.

So as you caught me in that kind of mood, I'd like to throw at you, that life is more often a string of habits and events and accepting this banality is one of the most difficult challenges of all. There's no point at all.

I only write this because, like everyone else, I only want to experience a thrill, even if it's just writing in the hope of a reaction.

No, there's no memory. There's just a childishly naïve hope for something to catch and comfort me after my death. Something higher and bigger than me. I say this in a somewhat sarcastic tone, because I think that we are all such adventure junkies. Either we use the physical world for this or our inner space. If we really made divine experiences, I'm sure we wouldn't necessarily have to share them.

Well, excuse me, but you just got my critic. No offense, I hope.

... ah, just don't take me serious.