A Metaphysics of Memory

The past never goes away. Every detail is there. It is eternal. And the future is always undecided. What will be will become known and then certain upon entry to the annals of past. This fact provides comfort.

Memory is a portal to the past. And it honors every moment upon recollection. It is imperfect, just as we are. It morphs the past every time it is recollected and adds that recollection to the past.

Reminiscence is sacred. It is the activity of worship to Mnemosyne. Her mythological significance to a metaphysics of time cannot be overstated. She is not a creator goddess. She is a guardian of time itself.

This is a metaphor. Goddesses usually are. But to be inspired by the virtues they represent is a tangible source of inspiration to lead a better life. Invoke beneficence to find your future collected into the past as gilded notes of a song sung to true actualization.

A new voice, decades to decades...

In Beyond Description, I said I would "sing if that's what I receive." The "what" refers to being affirmed as the woman I am by society. I am now learning to sing until I reach professional levels. I will not stop until I do. I am going to dedicate decades to it.

A Dedication, among those who suffer.

Among my dedications of my books, I now include Nex Benedict, who left this Earth too soon.

A Musing

Love is the story most salient to a fulfilling life. Live for love, or live for naught.

Words cannot embody love. It is experiential. It is within the passage of time. Hindsight grants a fleeting confirmation of its presence.