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Mind Drawn Back to Past, Stopping for the Rest Part1

Fundamentally life has no cease except breathing in and out, but at birthday for me(today is so) occasionaliy draws my mind back to my own past. 


Of course,that means just reminiscence. It must mean mind rest, because mind consistently is running, then tacitly it needs for a while, some easy rest, sleeping and relaxing myself. 


Though, fundamentally anybody could never go back to past. Past now already is none, just as only all passed things, we can take them only in reminiscence.


Already yesterday is past, but it's very recent past. Then, yet my mind is directly drawn so rarely, with that sensation in other words, yesterday's breezing contacting and touching tangiblity is left at my skin. Very stingy sunny beam reverbration is yet left at my head, body or so.


But those days as thirty and forty years earlier in my life is already very notional. But that is just body sensation, only emotionally memorable things could never be unforgettable. Particularly subte emotional matter between man and woman is completely never forgettable. But that must be so big only for memory holder, that thing must be so similar to that sentences which are expressing its grammer and sentences' characteristics and structural nature, to it, our own emotional thing could never be relevant with sentences' claiming message. 


That hard gap between truth itself claiming thing and each one's own emotion tells us that memory had in mind with emotional reminiscence and the occurence at past as fact are intrinsicly so mutually irelevant only for reminiscent one's mind, but extrinsicly very unnecessary to that gap, extrinsicly it could be just the same, because the past fact is just one as it was occuring.


Memory is the thing only for remembering one, so intrinsicly, but for the other all ones, that one, any kind of memory, just the publicly occurence so extrinsicly. 


Then mind drawn back to the past would absolutely be just objective fact for anybody except the remembeing one, and remembered fact is for anybody except memory reminiscent one so objectively extrinsic, but for for reminiscent one, very intrinsic, and that must be applicable to anybody. That must be the truth.


However, if we have an impression around other one's memory said to us personally, and additionally we have some sympathy, to that told story of memorable thing for the story teller, that mind must be very publicly shown affection if we express that mind to that memory teller, but it could be simultaneously very public, but at the sympathizing one's mind very similar own experienced memorable thing as memory would absolutely be drawn to the mind having main stage, then its motivation to generate the sympathy to the memorable story is so intrinsic, and immanent.


Eventually, that very hard gap between any kind of other person, but simultaneously very closely crossed with similar experience to any kind of other person, that ambiguously heterogeneous implicit echo mus be the apreiciation to songs sung by singers, or novels written by novelists, essays done by authors or so. 
(to be continued)


(Sep. 29th. 2020)