existence as memory

The parameters of memory are nonexistent. Imagining a scenario in which a human being, or even an inanimate object, functions without memory is impossible. Such a human being, such an object, such a molecule or atom or gluon, could not exist in reality as we know it. The act of remembering, conscious or unconscious, connects past and present, here and there, me and you. Language, thought, pattern-recognition, symbol recognition, biological processes, identity, physical and chemical processes, time, space, nothingness--all of these phenomena occur persistently. Time does not stand still, or rather, our illusion, our rendition of the world is persistent--any other version of the universe, a one-dimensional one, or a 1000-dimensional one, where light reflects and bounces like sound, where the passing of time can be observed from multiple vantage points, where cubism is the second course of a meal you have at a dinner-table that is in another person's mind, would be catastrophic to our senses, our psyches, our egos. And what would catastrophe be without the mysterious will of its causes and effects, the storm of particles remembering to produce fission, fusion, to change energy states, to perform! quantum shifts, to teleport, to behave as they have been set, programmed, conditioned to behave. The most elemental bleep requires an act of memorization. The electron stays intact, the strong force does not forget, a lapse would result in instantaneous reconfiguration of everything we know or pretend to know to be. Memory is not just a cognitive ability that facilitates finding the car keys underneath the couch pillows or opening the right lock with the right key, memory is at the core of the essence of any phenomenon, a god. And what would god be without memory, without the sentience to recognize the impossibility of one's own existence, a gellatinous wreck, deaf, dumb, blind, mute, unable to transcend? Beyond words there are more words. A creased piece of paper stays creased, and the crease never disappears. The paper fibers remember damage, how, where, in what direction, with what force and inertia, and the damage remembers crystals, alkalides, polymers, anions, valences, weights, shapes, forms, structures, in short, chemistry, mathematics, quantum physics, philosophy. All is history, pulling from some inexhaustible well of the past and the future.