memory

Whirlingboy writes: "What good is memory if only you remember it and no one else could relate?" This makes me think.

My answer is that my memories create the present. Memory is personal and subjective. So many of my memories are of seemingly insignificant things: a phrase someone once spoke, an image of some passing thing--a house, a person's face--that I saw only once. And the memories I share, with old friends: each of us remembers an event uniquely. That is why the truth is not the same for any two people. Maybe this is part of the reason why people seek religion: it creates order which can replace the chaos of our memories.