A man only forgets in circles.
Whenever certain circles have been ignored for a period of time, it would be spontaneously forgotten. That’s something in area of the memory curve. Facts tell us the reason why man evolves into a much more intellectual species, than to be entirely brainless or unaware of anything modern, is that he obeys a rule all along through centuries of change. Once he is forced to memorize the world in a specific way, that’s to say the Forgotten will be classified into a new category.
Nature can be split up into myriads of units, at the same time, it’s also indivisible.
An example is quite essential to show this theory briefly. Imagine the moment you step out of your house, in your eyes comes an alley, the leaves on a lane, a black cat, as well as the silence. This is a nearby alley to me; rather say it assumes an air of nearby alley to me at the moment. You admit it as wordless reality. Always you remember this scene, till the day you’re away. A few years later, aspens and fig trees are grown in your new garden, with a gas station at the corner of the street. Now you see how a new prospect is formed. Knowledge renews itself in this way.
Then you know the importance of classification, also the vainness of it.
What on the earth is the purport of these discourses? Try to remember one of your friends whom hasn’t be heard for years, and make a précis of him in your head. You may begin like this, how I met him? From whence did we meet first? Is he a person of consequence? Fragments of memory hide behind these images. You will have to go back to a former circle to find his profile, otherwise you won’t be able to get enough information and you currently say, I FORGET.
I’d like to discuss something about the unforgotten, the IMMORTAL. The factor, which must be considered in determining what is deemed to be immortal, is the absence of systems. A paradox! He appears in any system as well but you do not see him. Time is thought to be immortal; it traversed boundaries of systems without changing itself. It exists and always exists. Think of Shakespeare, the Immortal Bard is one who belongs to none genres though amazing to tell. The Immortal exists alone; lotus-like bloom is he and escapes from the tide of “forgotten”, once and for ever.
The immortal is away from all systems; he sits upon a cloud and observes all. He lives with eternity, and yet cherishes air and soil. Then he’s entitled to pass his farina of spirit to a future age via dust of a thousand year, and to be immortal.
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