When I think about the passage of time, it’s tempting to compartmentalize, meaning, for example, my college days seem like they happened in another lifetime.
I still remember certain details of being in first grade. I can recall certain events like they just occurred, while large segments are seemingly lost forever… until a prompt of some sort—a song or smell or someone’s recollection. Then the fog is cleared, and the memory shines through.
The brain certainly is a remarkable organ. Highly complex, a vessel of unbounded mystery, a storehouse of memories– all of which, when you think about it, happened just a minute ago, or a few, a few hundred, a few thousand days before yesterday.
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