rhapsody: memories
RTF: memory
Well, in physics, we know that there is the wave-particulate nature of light. i.e. light behaves like both a particle and also a wave. So what is memory? Does memory behave like a wave or particle? Or does it exhibits wave-particle duality too?
Memory is analogous to a particle... Every night when you sleep, you pack the memory into another small satchet (or more accurately, the term 'quanta' should be used) and put it into the little brain of yours. As years go by, your brain do not grow in size but your memory does. As time ticks by, drip by drip, memory accumulates.
Memory is like a wave... Everyday, now and then, the memories crash into you like waves and then reflect off, sending more waves of thoughts radiating from you.
Listen to the music...
In the beginning, when life just begins, you learn and remember little. Like a small stream, memory gathers into a turbulent flow of adolescence. Before you realise, lotus petals have unfold themselves and a lotus of life is in full bloom. During the glorious and glamorous days, life is like an overpowering, overwhelming, pompous and majestic melody. However, like the rolling piano accompaniment in the background, memories have never ceased to come back to you. Gently, slowly, life tapers off... No more splendor, fame,... everything is behind you.
What you have left is just memories...
QED.
Well, in physics, we know that there is the wave-particulate nature of light. i.e. light behaves like both a particle and also a wave. So what is memory? Does memory behave like a wave or particle? Or does it exhibits wave-particle duality too?
Memory is analogous to a particle... Every night when you sleep, you pack the memory into another small satchet (or more accurately, the term 'quanta' should be used) and put it into the little brain of yours. As years go by, your brain do not grow in size but your memory does. As time ticks by, drip by drip, memory accumulates.
Memory is like a wave... Everyday, now and then, the memories crash into you like waves and then reflect off, sending more waves of thoughts radiating from you.
Listen to the music...
In the beginning, when life just begins, you learn and remember little. Like a small stream, memory gathers into a turbulent flow of adolescence. Before you realise, lotus petals have unfold themselves and a lotus of life is in full bloom. During the glorious and glamorous days, life is like an overpowering, overwhelming, pompous and majestic melody. However, like the rolling piano accompaniment in the background, memories have never ceased to come back to you. Gently, slowly, life tapers off... No more splendor, fame,... everything is behind you.
What you have left is just memories...
QED.
posted by qed at 2:20 PM
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