{"id":36487,"date":"2016-12-10T01:00:02","date_gmt":"2016-12-10T06:00:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=36487"},"modified":"2016-11-30T11:13:06","modified_gmt":"2016-11-30T16:13:06","slug":"qotd-memory-and-imagination","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2016\/12\/10\/qotd-memory-and-imagination\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: Memory and imagination"},"content":{"rendered":"

I continue to be amazed by this idea, about the passage of time. Photos, for instance, revive vivid memories from, say, forty and fifty years ago. And what was so commonplace then, so often boring, is now gone forever. It has become mysterious, fascinating to the philosophical mind: how can these things have been? How could I not have known, at the time, that the everyday was so exotic?<\/p>\n

But we are charmed, and then return to another everyday. We have been briefly entertained, as by a TV documentary.<\/p>\n

These pictures present faces one once knew well, but far away in another country. (And \u201cthe past is a foreign country,\u201d anyway.) One adds forty or fifty years to the face of each remembered person, or death to those a little older. Yet in the pictures they are all young and blythe, and I can remember being among them, \u201cas if it were yesterday.\u201d Those times are now forever lost to our living sight: though not from God\u2019s omniscience.<\/p>\n

Each, let me add, went in his own way, yet there is a commonality. I can imagine going back to an old neighbourhood \u2014 now as a traveller from the future \u2014 and finding it physically not much changed. One\u2019s heart beats: one wants to run up and knock at a door, at all the doors \u2014 \u201cI, Tiresias.\u201d But then one\u2019s heart breaks. For behind each door, a shock of non-recognition. Those people don\u2019t live here any more. The neighbourhood that appeared unchanged is verily changed beyond recognition. It is another place now. No one knows who you are.<\/p>\n

The idea is quite a simple one: all is lost, so that in a few more years, even these pictures will mean nothing to anybody. Unless they happen to be \u201cquaint,\u201d in some collectable way. But the idea in itself \u2014 of our inevitable extinction \u2014 is more immediately lost, unless it can be articulated. It is not fact-checkable, in any given moment. It requires poetry, to keep it alive in our souls.<\/p>\n

We feel nostalgia, for people and places and things, but we have lost the ability to be \u201cJapanese\u201d about it: to begin to grasp the incredible poignancy of our condition, and bring it into our lives as a constant, so that it applies to our present, too. To live, as it were, on the cusp of eternity.<\/p>\n

David Warren, “On the transience of things”, Essays in Idleness<\/em><\/a>, 2016-11-29.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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