What is memory? Is it a picture or a video? Is it tangible? Can we somehow extract it from whatever recesses of our consciousness or subconscious it hides in? Why do some linger and others fade away? What imprints memory perpetually? Is it the intensity of the event or the relative importance to the object? How is it that these moving images, broken in such inconvenient and blurred pieces have such an amazing effect on human life?
Can we somehow dig up those memories long forgotten? Can we explore the past of another human being by replaying his memory … is memory real? If a man dies, does his memory die with him? Are the memories of the most sincere saint consistent with truth – a series of events as they actually happened – or are they embellished with his own biases? Can we rely on memory, if extracted, to tell us the absolute truth?
If my mind were only a brain, then could it be that all my memories are merely a series of electrical pulses? Can I erase them permanently by exposing them to some electromagnetic field for example? Can I filter these pulses and determine what I want to remember and what I do not want to remember? Alas, the mind must be much more than a brain because though these memories are extremely shocking, they certainly cannot light Edison’s incandescent device.
Can memory be so tangible, so profound, so thorough in its impression on the mind that one can actually experience it like a real life, present day phenomenon – A Ghost of sorts? Can the effects of memory be so deep that they stand like Heimdall of Asgard, blocking the way to the next phase of life? Is memory only the effect of a person’s actions in the past or can it also be the cause of vital changes that succeed those events? Is memory really that strong?
What is … memory?