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Are thoughts and memories our own?

Here’s a thought: what if your thoughts aren’t your own and your memories are somebody else’s?

We can start with Anthony (Tony) as he’s known: his thought was that last Monday was better than this Monday - based on nothing else than his thought. We can ask, did he come up with this thought or had he heard someone else mention the same very thing?

Right: let’s study Anthony’s memory of last Monday. What was this memory based on? So you see, memories aren’t necessarily your own; you could’ve remembered someone else mentioning this very fact - that last Monday was better than this Monday.

James remembers having three Weet-Bix for breakfast: however, maybe it was his brother who had three Weet-Bix for breakfast or was it his mother who insisted on James and his brother having three Weet-Bix for breakfast.

As a teenage boy discovering   a teenage girl as she sat on the park bench feeding a sparrow. Did she have a coffee and an apple crumble in front of her, or was it a cup of tea and a tomato sandwich? 

See when your brain has been overtaken by the feeling of love and desire to explore the teenage girl’s soul.  Eyes can be deceived.

This brings us from thoughts and memories to our sight. Do we always see what is in front of us? 

Because we have the thought and the memory of knowing what was in front of us on that last Monday: which is not in our thoughts or our memories or our sight as on this Monday.

Memories, like history, are often manipulated to suit the occasion or the person. 

Bad memories return when they are triggered, and bad history depends on which side of the page it is written on.

Martha woke to check the time on the clock. It read quarter to two. A quarter of the moon crept through the quarter of the curtain that was opened on the right side of the three-sash window. 

There were no wild dogs barking in a far-off forest - no branches of trees scraping against the tin roof, and no mysterious sounds coming through the back wooden fence.

The thought that came into Martha’s head this morning had not come this way before, nor had the memories that she’s trying to repress ever risen to the surface like the dead goldfish she remembered from her primary school days.

So Martha thought, are these her thoughts? Are these? Her memories— were the goldfish hers?— so it leaves us to think maybe we do have thoughts that don’t belong to us and memories that we recall— some that we don’t recall as our own—  yet maybe these thoughts and these memories are better and far superior to the thoughts and memories that we do recall.

It is well known that three people can witness the same incident, and all three people will recall the incident differently.

This just supports that sight is not always that reliable— like that teenage boy seeing coffee and apple crumble or a cup of tea and a sandwich. 

Not mentioned before. 

The boy did view the girl’s breasts, her legs, and her shoes— seeing these beautiful objects from the same or different angle as the other boy sitting over there—  and from a different distance and angle.

TBC…

The writer has run out of enthusiasm for all this rubbish… However.

Desire and lust— those thoughts and memories are for another story. 

If the storyteller remembers what they are…