How old are you? All those years, you've seen and done many, many things. Let's just talk about the things you've seen. To be more specific, EVERYTHING you've ever seen. Wonder why is it, that out of all these things, only a number of them can you "pull up" in your head right now, and see them again, like retreiving a file in some dusty cabinet from a decrepit old hospital out of the X-Files. You're the investigator, and you walk into one of these weatherbeaten giant shoeboxes of steel and glass, hope not to slip on the formica flooring that's peeling off in tiles on the ends, that black plastic moulding glue is breating out of cruddy corners... and there's some ancient curmudgeon in his 70's who never retired, he's the clerk.... then you approach him, and say, "I need the file on (insert your name here), from 1/11/81, the old natter pulls down his spectacles, gazes upon your countenance and replies, "We haven't had a visitor in months, but I'll do what I can." -- after some 20 minutes, he returns with the file.... and it's stuffed with negatives of every single thing you saw on that day.
So, why is it that you already CAN see some of these things, but not most of them? Some things you remember so well, and people too, it's like looking at them right now. Others, you can't find the file... but the files are there. They are all in the same place, above the clouds, connected to your head invisibly by gossamer threads.
So, why is it that you already CAN see some of these things, but not most of them? Some things you remember so well, and people too, it's like looking at them right now. Others, you can't find the file... but the files are there. They are all in the same place, above the clouds, connected to your head invisibly by gossamer threads.
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