Megan J. Robinson
@emjayarre
Megan J. Robinson
@emjayarre
This is memory’s task of retrospection, to integrate the knowledge that we have, to impute a sense of cause and effect to the events in our lives, and to offer a sense of meaning.
Memory begins to qualify the imagination, to give it another formation, one that is peculiar to the self. … If I were to remember other things, I should be someone else. —N. SCOTT MOMADAY
Our sense of who we are depends, in significant part, on our memories. And yet they’re not to be trusted. ‘What is selected as a personal memory,’ writes Professor of psychology and neuroscience Giuliana Mazzoni, ‘needs to fit the current idea that we have of ourselves.’
The answers to the biggest questions we have about identity, story, and God can only be answered in relation to memory. Without memory, we are forced to rely solely on ideas and suggestions to make sense of who we are, as opposed to the concrete.
And this story must cross some threshold of coherence. I must be able to produce an integration that informs me of who I am, giving me continuity over time.
The journey from division to wholeness is one in which we relax our tightly controlled grip on our little-d desires, realizing that they are not our true satisfaction but echoes and foretastes of our ultimate Desire.