I recall reading somewhere, in an article about memory, that each time we revisit a memory, a new pathway is created in our brains, slightly altering our recollections. This is very troubling to me, though it might explain some things about the past.
I’m a huge fan of science. By this I mean good science. The science that proves my views, to be the correct ones. Unfortunately, in these latter days, all manner of hacks are donning lab coats. Now, throughout history, we can see how the rise of the tyrant, must always draw out the best in that small segment of the population labelled, (posthumously of course), heroes.
In the spirit of this last realization, I for one, will not tolerate this war on my memories. Now, in case anyone reading this, be tempted to remind me of past precedents I have set, both by support for, and lack of support for, war efforts, I must explain how different this is. I supported the war on terror, only because terror is an entirely negative emotion. I did not support the war on Christmas because … well … candy canes.
The more I consider this affront, the more outraged I become, and I will explain why you ought to be as well. The real effort here, is to make an “is”, of an “is not”, and an, “is not”, of an is. You must consider the, real life, applications. Remember all the times you argued with your wife and won? These, “scientists”, want you to think she won, and your memory is as wrong as she actually was. That soup you made that everyone loved? YUP they HATED it. Matter of fact, you never even made that soup. So you see, we must rise up, one and all, and cling to our memories as they are. How could we even recognize ourselves without them.
If I am going to believe these nerds, I might as well believe, that the man-eating monster, I defeated in the jungle as a kid, was nothing more than a garden spider, that sent me screaming for my mommy in the backyard.