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The fragility of life is a scary thing, as well as the fragility of our own mind. Memories are simply a recollection of the last time we recalled said memory, and like a game of telephone often, with enough times that a particular memory is recalled, our memories tend to get slowly more corrupted as time marches on. Not the mention the fact that one day we could be walking in our back yard, trip over a branch, hit our head on a rock, and wake up not remembering anything or even remembering everything but aspects of your personality completely change. Kind of like the guy that got into a drunken bar fight, got knocked out, and then woke up only to discover that somehow, like a switch, all of a sudden he was REALLY good at mathematics and complex geometry, whereas before he was not.
The mind, and its fragility, is such an odd thing.
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