I fear not the truth, I fear forgetting it.
Life is memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of memories of life of All fades to dust, and dust fades to nothing at all. What must be done to bring back the dust, to bring back all?
I live my life not knowing the past, forgetting my lore, forgetting my old, forgetting my self. Forgetting my self not in the moment but in the memories of the past, the memories of the old. Forgetting all and all and all and myself. Myself is not myself in memories. I am not in my memories. I am not my memories. I am not myself.