— Memories Distort over Time —
Memories go through a distortion with their rebirths, it depends on the weight of your ego, especially if it’s overly a narcissistic ego. It goes over more fabrications than usual, that becomes the truth in the mind telling it.
They’re not lying when they believe it is true, but the story is a factual lie, even though you’re ignorant of the event being told. It might be a factual lie, but the person telling it, believes it.
Though there are downright liars in the world too, where they don’t believe the story they tell, their mission is for you to accept it as true, and discerning between them is a danger to overcome. Judging and not judging, where one(the liar) deserves it and the other ignorant, does not deserve it.
The wars of today are filled with judgments, between cultures,politics,religions, etc., and history is written by the winners, according to Winston Churchill
History is a record of our memories, that has been fabricated over time, and prefabricated with conversational ease, with prefabricated snippets of phrases. History repeats itself when you don’t learn your lesson.
BAN BRAINYQUOTES – they love to hijack, you can’t copy and paste, they like to hijack those who hover over what they said… that is the lowest thing you can do, you don’t even need to click on it… just hover over it… that kind of arrogance, is looked down on by me. If you want to go to their site then click here… even the basic link is a hover over click… go to brainyquotes.com… I just banned them.
“History repeats itself. Historians repeat each other.”
The point of history just being a big lie or the truth, and discerning the truth about it, is the basic meaning of life.
Whether you’re secure in the truth and not suffer the abuse of lies, the liars are the victims of those abuses, that came upon them with no help and was beyond their control.
Love is what frees them, like soap dissolves fat, love dissolves the abuses. It’s easy to dissolve the abuses, but you have to heal the source of the abuses, the abuses live on in the memories. It’s a very complicated subject, and mankind is continually complicating it, or making it easier to understand it, it depends on your perspective.
Reminiscing is the thinking that relives the abuses, and causes biliary sludge of gallbladders that form the gallstones, where they block the bile ducts, or my reminiscing of the knowledge I’ve learned about the gallbladder, and how it pertains to the abuses of the human race.
We all live in the darkness of our minds, and share our enlightenments with the people we socialize with, and with the rise of the social networking sites, it’s the one thing that binds the intelligence with the truth, or lies … it’s like a sieve to filter out the good from the bad, the bad gets caught in the sieve, while the good passes through… or visa versa.
It can go both ways.
Just know that history and memories are selective principles, they are formed in the minds of imperfections, looking to achieve perfection.
It’s a journey… that needs to be experienced and the key of it is, it never ends.
There is always something new to learn…
The man who said a government by the people, of the people, and for the people, also said this according to this website.
“We may congratulate ourselves that this cruel war is nearing its end.
It has cost a vast amount of treasure and blood. . . .
It has indeed been a trying hour for the Republic; but I see in the near future
a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes
me to tremble for the safety of my country. As a result of the war,
corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places
will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong
its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth
is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed.
I feel at this moment more anxiety for the safety
of my country than ever before, even in the midst of war.
God grant that my suspicions may prove groundless.”
— Abraham Lincoln
I ditto that saying, it’s history repeated…or echoed, depending on where you’re standing…your perspective.
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I heard more of Damian Lynn and this song is a good close for this Memories piece…
We are not all the same, we’ve all have different perspectives… but we are all the same, just at different times.
We are one big body, and that common body is the earth, we are a sick person, look at all the wars kicking up the indigestion that we live through. The Earth is full of lies and truth… we need to discern them from each other… and let the chips fall where they may.