We need to have human beings who are oriented that way from their earliest memories. We’re never going to have respectful and reverential relationships with the planet- and sensible policies about what we put in the air, the soil, the water – if very young children don’t begin learning about these things literally in their houses, backyards, streets and schools. Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory. They become indispensable to our well-being they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there, or there. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them walked in them lived in them even for a day, we keep forever in the mind’s eye. It happens that we return to such places in our minds irresistibly. There is a great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one’s life. The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by…not paying attention? Joshua Foerīecause we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
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