We are confined, defined and encrusted by memory.

The more memories we have, the more conditioned, patterned and habitual we are. Yes, we need a few memories to provide us with a basic identity, but beyond that slight necessity accumulated memory serves no purpose.

Many of us are so weighted with memory, so neurally grooved, that we have become flesh-bots. Our next spontaneous act will be our first.

The more memory as man has, the more resentful and unforgiving he is.

What we do not remember, we will not repeat.