Memory and Identity

May 18th, 2018

Group Reading

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” ―Haruki Murakami

One- The days aren’t discarded or collected,
All- they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, One- the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
All- No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net.
One- They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
All- Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor:
One- life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
All- an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal that climbs or descends burning in your bones.” ―Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

Quotes & Readings

~ John Locke,

Irving, Prayer for Owen Meanie

~ John

“Let us then suppose the mind to be, as we say, white paper void of all characters, without any ideas. How comes it to

be furnished? Whence comes it by that vast store which the busy and boundless fancy of man has painted on it with an

almost endless variety? Whence has it all the materials of reason and knowledge? To this I answer, in one word, from


An Essay Concerning Human Understanding:

“Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things

from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!”

“Memory is slippery. It bends to our understanding of the world, twists to accommodate our prejudices. It is unreliable. Witnesses seldom remember the same things. They identify the wrong people. They give us the details of events that never happened. Memory is slippery.” ~ Holly Black

Seed of Memory

“Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.” ~ Steven Wright

Say together: May our minds transcend limitations.
May our consciousness expand in every direction.
May we discover yourselves to be greater people by far than we ever dreamed ourselves to be. Patanjali

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