Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Getting up from a slip of memory.

Remembering ones name, is important to me, especially if you will have future social encounter the that other person. I had a lab partner years ago.  It was just the second week of lab, we, of course grouped with our lab partners. As we began the start of three hours of repetition, I looked at my lab partner. I wanted to say something to him. But at that instant my mind could not give a title to the face I was looking at.

Searching through the folds of my memory, within moments, I had walked through the length of my brain, opening every door related to the setting I was currently in. All that appeared were shadows, all of which told nothing about the person. An instant of searching through a marathon of un-utilized matter, failure presented itself.

Still in the dark of this unfulfilled curiosity, I faded downward into a puddle of fluid.  It was then when I saw my reflection, the reflection of me. In a burst brightness, the caverns of emptiness opened and filled. Failure secedes and I achieve the knowledge I was chasing.

Just as my reflection, the name of my lab partner was my own. His name was my name.

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