we are our memories and they like us are fallible. We strive to connect to the past only to discover Heraclitus was right -- you can't step into the same river twice. Having said that I occasionally do the hokey pokey and hate myself for doing so. But this is coming from someone who writes novels about time, the only caveat being, I don't want to just remember, I want to go back and do it all over again. Nice post, my friend :)