It is fascinating to speculate, is it not, on how the word generally gets about.

A child is expert at frightening himself,

I find Imagination always willing to leap into Ignorance’s breach

I could tell straight away that my seeds had been cast on the stoniest of grounds.

trepanation kit.

to find one’s old dreams half alive and shabby-looking when, in truth, one would prefer them dead and six foot underground.

the gradual revelation of one’s body as nothing more than a bag of unshakeable aches.

Deprived of our memories we are deprived of our very selves. Without our histories we are vacated. We may walk and talk and eat and sleep but, in truth, we are nobody.

When considered against the backdrop of eternity the period between our birth and death is the shortest of trajectories.