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Love’s Lesson in Memory.

i drew a picture for devra yesterday.  it harkened the good ol’ days, when i used to sit with driz and spyro (before spyro became psycho) in chemistry and doodled our opinions about everything that was happening in our lives.  and it got me thinking about many different aspects of the human brain, and our thought processes.

or maybe it was just because i was sitting in psych class at the time.

how does time fly by?  how does it pass so effortlessly from moment to moment, day to day, year to year, without conscious effort?  time EXISTS.  it is perceived through an action that we as humans in turn perceive.  things that take action are living, right?  even the atoms in the universe, the molecules that make up the wind, the nucleuses that form the center of water particles, the waves that travel through light, are reacting to SOMETHING.  something REACTS, meaning it is ALIVE.  only things that are dead do not act.  do not REact.

so what is time thinking?  letting itself pass so unappreciated, so infinitely without consideration?

how i would KILL to rekindle the feelings that used to course through me when sitting in the back during chemistry, creating things on paper that expressed the inner sanctum of my mind, senseless and unbound and without cause.  to recall in perfect detail how my nerve endings crackled under the skin of my lips when i received my first kiss in that backyard, the water from the grass and mud swilling around my toes, my clothes billowing in the late summer breeze, his fingers firm and unassuming around my considerably less massive arms.  to fly that first flight with my father in the old, beat up cherokee once more, remember how the entire world seemed like my little play sets the farther up into the air we rose, until eventually the ground was one huge quilt of color and stillness–the antithesis of what the world REALLY looks like.

psychology 101:  there are three stages of memory.  1) the sensory input.  data entered directly into the neurons are held in memory.  this area has a wide capacity but a brief output.  2) the working memory.  where most data is kept in our brain.  generally the time limit for data in the working memory is at most three weeks.  exercises like rote or elaboration are some techniques for commiting information to the working memory.  3) the long-term memory.  this is the area of our memory that can hold indeterminate amounts of information for as long as a lifetime.  how data is transfered to long-term memory is complex and relatively shrouded in controversy in the psychological world.

we experience this phenomenon every minute of every day.  hearing a song sparks recognition, ignites critical analysis in the prefrontal cortex, draws comparison to the smell of ginger.  sudden intuition–the song is tumbling dice by the rolling stones, and you met your ex boyfriend at a concert of a cover band.  as you both danced to the song, you noticed that his shirt smelled faintly of ginger.

these memories.  treasures of the cave of our subconsciousness.  diamonds in the rough of our grey matter.  what deliberation do we give them throughout our lives?  what motivates us to push forward and leave behind these fantastic, groundbreaking thresholds of our lives?  what compells time to allow us to dictate how we spend it?

devra didnt have time to react to the drawing that i presented to her at the end of class, only because she needed a bathroom like an old man needs a pacemaker.  im confident that tomorrow, however, she wont even remember to tell me about what she thinks.  im also confident that ill draw another picture tomorrow, and further embody that forgotten quality of gathering with peers to learn something–every once in a while, attention is the way to really absorb knowledge.

it is what we are paying attention TO that is debatable.

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