The mind of man is filled with memories of the past
Memories which can bring life, or forbid it
Man's pathway is a series of experiences, many beyond his own choosing
Yet, in an awesome way, because they form his memory
They can make him the person he is
And will be
Memories form a pocket, or reservoir within the soul of man
A place for them to accumulate, simmer, and permeate all of his being
As seasoning spread on the outside of food makes its way into the very core
So do memories flavor the entire being of man
Certainly this is not all bad, for it is a capacity God has put within him
But as God gave man capacities which can foster life, or forbid it
And holds him accountable for their appropriate use
So man must act responsibly toward the circumstances of life
And their memories
Were it only the present moment that were of concern
And were it only his own soul that were at stake
The implications would not be so serious
But sweetness begets sweetness
And bitterness, bitterness
And the flavoring of his own future
And those he shares life's path with
Rests, in a way that is almost frightening
On the memories a man allows to permeate his being
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