capacity

they say that the human brain can only hold a finite amount of information. the longer we live the fuller it gets. as the brain becomes fuller it begins to dispose of old information, holding on to the essential pieces. memories of endless uneventful days may slip away, while some not remembered for years suddenly gain new significance. each moment of experience is filled with so many details, sensations and sensory input that to hold it all would be maddening.
so how do we filter out the moments that matter from those less important? what makes a memory? clearly we all carry around inside us very strong positive and negative memories. they are the events that we learn from. they are what make each of us who we are. birthdays, Christmas, first day of school. riding bicycle, friends, first kiss. driving first car, travel, and wedding day. births, and laughing, crying and dying. and at the center of all of this recorded experience there is something else. like a ticking clock beating within our hearts there is a sense of something beyond. eternity ticks inside and begs questions be answered about who we are and where we’ve come from and where are we ultimately headed?
we carry the seed of human history and moan under the sun. our work is never ending and we wonder what it all is for. these memories and experiences like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle are constantly being examined and tried for fit and discarded when not. and the dance of all humanity sways to the rhythm of a slow beating drum that clicks away inside our hearts.