Have you ever wondered what persists in the mind as it ages? Surely most memories are lost except for a few snap shots of events that for some reason are remembered. This is perhaps due to remembered contextualities of said events. What is retained in the subconcious and how does what it occasionally releases effect the concious mind and it's recollection of the released memories? Dreams, I was told, are merely hallucinations much akin to what a schizophrenic entertains while awake. The validity of this, or the lack there of I cannot explain. But it is indeed delicious food for thought. What becomes of the years that pass? Increasingly growing black and distant in the innate human ability to forget, save for a few poigniant memories that remain due to a thick sense of emotions evoked. Photographs can occasionally help us to remember, but that does not erase the pain of happier times that have entered the realm of the past decades. Some may celebrate the past, but not everyone. Dead decades, decades where few of the occupants remain in the present, can be sad or celebrated as well. Visual epitaphs if you will. Moving films and audio can only do so much to breed tangibility, but these too are not adequete enough to satisfy our lusts for relations to the occupants of these brief, split seconds of time, personal or not. Before this becomes too macabre, the duel of life and death where only one can triumph, let us return to modern man (and woman). I grow dizzy.

Our conveluted topic now is the entertainment of time passage and memory. I have heard, in passing quotes of the potentially illinformed (let us entertain all theroy) that time is merely a human creation to measure a distance only traveresed by a change of scenery and/or the slow decay of the human form. If time is something other than this, a more thick and effective mass of something that weilds some sort of power over the heads of occupants of this, that or whatever whom feel it exists. Perhaps the illinformed just don't want to believe this. They may fear this invisible hand or hands that dictate their existance. This may be more than likely as well, and it does comfort some, but remains unproven. Does it need to be? Ah, the sweet bliss of antiquity.

Situational time now. Some would speak that time doesn't exist in a total and complete lack of conciousness. To counter this, it is simply stated that there is just no way to measure it because there is no one available to check his or her time piece were to they occupy this void. Let us then assume that a time piece exists alone in the void with the clock wound to infinity. Does a tree that falls in the woods when there is no one there to hear it make a noise? There are folks who would say yes. Intelligent life is as unique as the features on all living creatures. I slowly am sinking into the quicksand of intelligence debates, involving all forms of life, such that I will pull my way out and head in a new direction.

I suddenly remembered that some ways back I had another tangent to take this piece. Memories exist within a kept record of time. The desire to do so would seem timeless, heh heh, but everything that bombards the mind in the flux and frenzy of the present for some reason does not allow for every single moment to be remembered. Imagine how slowly time would pass if this were so? We all know how quickly time passes, especially when looking back at the few things we remember. If were we to remember everything could we potentially become immortal? Or are we content to look into the mirror every morning never truly noting anything that states we've aged? I still look like a meek little boy in the mirror these days, but gazing at a photo from 35 years prior, in appearance anyway, I look starkly different. My injured masculinity aside, this observation might be commonplace amongst a good sized mass of humanity or perhaps even in a majority. Time grows short however. Any idea I had of maintaining a comprehensible plot was lost long ago, so let us conclude this entry. It's the convelution revolution!