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The loss of enchantment

We perceive the world through a thicket of memory. I see a bird. I remember its genus, its coloration and perhaps one or two other distinguishments. What I cannot recall is how I felt when I first saw this tiny amazement fly into the embrace of a tree. Now I “see through a glass, darkly,” through the dimming filters of time and memory. In other words, I don’t see.       

I know a woman

I know a woman who has so little interest in her past that she has forgotten huge swaths of it. She relies primarily on the faculty of spontaneous intuition, which requires neither memory nor story and does not repeat itself.