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the limits of memory; the limits of imagination

I often wonder why we don’t have a group memory Why we can’t remember what happened to our ancestors how they lived, loved, and died what they did with their time

What we have is writing, art, and language, shared with understanding and intention their existence and interpretations threatened by one despot or the next

changed during transcription, changed by time, and our ability to understand what we have inherited is subject to the limits of our own imaginations

our bodies carry a record written in code a recipe for human life, human limbs, human memories shared without understanding or intention their existence and interpretations threatened by one despot or the next

changed during transcription, changed by time, and our ability to understand what we have inherited is subject to the limits of our own imaginations

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