WHAT SENSE THIS?

But we ARE our memories, they have formed us, we are shaped to roll, or tumble through this life by memory. That is what we build the now upon, be it weak or strong, we have no choice, it is our home, our voice, our future breath and meaning, experience. To wish it gone is indeed a place of no thought but in your shoes we might well choose that road and hasten along it to be found free sailing into that oblivion of no pain, where all things are the same unending and unbeginning in the void of no life. But while you are here fair Sir, I prithee tarry with our friendship and love to help heal the wounds your memory has inflicted, and soothe the strife caused in your mind by unwanted hereditary 'dreams' and sorows, the sun is up, the sky is blue, still. Come dine with us on a poetic picnic of delights and drink to our health in unison, good health and the wealth of the enrichment of our minds. Love from your Annucia dear Longobardolino

What if we had no memory? Then I wouldn't remember reading this great work, and would poorer for it. Memory being brother to dreams is a fact. I believe that dreams are the way of the sub-concious mind reaching out to the awake mind to offer their opinion/solution to problems or needed changes in our lives. It might be that memory is that same action. Sometimes in our haste of life, we do and do not do, things we regret. We can't always make sense of those things we dream and remember. But, sometimes in the future, we have an epiphany, and our mind is at rest finally, not sending the message anymore. Great poem, it made me think, and have memories of my own. ~ Geezer