Upon awakening this morning I clearly remembered an incredibly intelligent, scintillating, provocative and engaging post written, edited and spell-checked I wrote to share with you.  But now I can’t remember what I remembered.

Which brings me to an interesting question (well, I think it’s interesting):  What do I really pay attention to  in my waking life?  The hours, the days, the years – a recorded history of “me” somewhere,  largely irretrievable at will.  I only remember bits and pieces of events, stories told and repeated until I too believe  the version of how it happened, pictures in an album that prove I was there . . .

I remember now that this might be  the post I remembered and forgot . . . I think . . .?