Why do old people tell so many stories from their youth? Maybe because they can’t remember what happened yesterday.
Recently I had another reminder that my memory is going. I left home and as I was driving toward the freeway I started thinking and doubting. I had to return home because I could not remember if I shut the garage. I had. The same day I left school without my phone. It is hard getting old.
At least I remember that I forget. At least I think I do.
homo unius libri
The bad thing is that there's no cure! (Well, actually, there is.)
ReplyDeleteThat is a glory of the resurrection I had not thought of. All those saints waking up with clear minds will be a type of freedom that will be a joy to behold. Good thought.
DeleteGrace and peace.