Records of our lives
What do we do with our memories, do we
trust them completely, or do we make recordings
of each moment we live, and keep a diary
for all thoughts? Then we can audit
each recall, and if we should forget
or get amnesia, we can go back to the books
and relive our days moment by moment
refresh any period of choosing.
But what if someone should steal my memories
and take my past for his own? Will the thief
become my twin or can I sue him
for faking his past? But what if he believes
his new memories completely?
And how can I be certain that my recordings
are accurate and not transposed with some other?
How shall we find the truth or does it matter
whose memories these are anyway?
On the other hand, if we trust our memories
and accept that we do suppress moments of youthful indiscretions
how do we know that what the others say about us
is false? Maybe, we broke the law several times
so is it best to own up and confess?
Can memories return prompted by the dreams
of others or be dredged up by clever psychologists?
Are we responsible for our memories?
Should they be all nice and clean?
Can we borrow or buy good ones?
And if memories don't matter, then how do we define
ourselves? How is our responsibility
measured? If our memories are forced
by those around us, how much of credit
is theirs? Where is our freedom?