whether the costly gold, silver and jeweled creations of
ancient bazaars or modern malls are much more than the oft-condemned 'passing
earthly desires and joys of fools', the metaphorical "nuggets" of
insights, of understanding, of knowledge which I have found in decades of
individual nights and days of studied search and discovery in the matters of
human history, religions, philosophies -- what I have come to call
"anthropography", the intellectual biography of mankind (noography?)
-- have most all disappeared...as my memory cannot hold so many fresh in-sight
in my diurnal human mind. (many life-inspiring "Eurekas!" -- like yesterday's
in Manual's
Utopian Thought in the Western World -- are now often long gone and
forgotten.)
so, unless, as is rumored, such are preserved invisibly,
knowledgeably elsewhere (~forgotten, but not lost)...then I suppose I have been
much like a child -- really no more than "a risen ape"? -- putting
new, shiny toys in his pocket, as other toys fall out the hole at the bottom.
this is much more than a question of "memory
capacity".
(he who dies without the most toys wins?)
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