Memory dips into consciousness, its hues plumbing and detaching, uncompromising yet tractable. The pulse of memory suffuses consciousness with exhilaration and the dazzling swoops into lucent depths illumine and imbue memory with a larger meaning. Recollection contracts, burgeons and crystallizes, thickening the past here, attenuating the present there. Memory dissolves into inchoate crenellations at the point in time when its dappled threads are severed. Then it reconstitutes into a fresher temporal aegis , where, to the accompaniment of transformed perspectives, it ebbs and flow, advances and retreats while frenetic consciousness proceeds incessantly on.
Memory weaves a luminous halo around the interstice between recollecting and perceiving. In that gap, threaded filigrees of association unfurl and the indeterminate detritus of the past mingles with the premonitory foreboding of the present and the anticipatory hope of the future. Memory traverses the temporal only to commingle them, doffing each point in time of its circumscribed epistemology. Memory reduplicates through inversion. Memory transgresses its own reverential anteriority. Memory peals forth carillons of uncertainty amid the certitudes it proffers as expiation. Undeterred by allegiance memory metamorphoses the perceiving consciousness to retroactively reinterpret that which it dredges from the unconscious. Spectral reminiscences underscore the frangibity of verisimilitude and demonstrate the shadowy penumbra through which perception, misted over by distance, reconfigures its authenticity. The mist is cleft yet its disseverence concentrates it further as a dense obfuscation of impenetrability.
In the gloaming where affirmation can be discerned there lies a nothingness. A nothingness whose beginning cannot be traced. Unctuous stipples of causality render anteriority irrecoverable. Memory is never pure being, never incontrovertible finality. Memory is becoming, recreation, reconstruction. Memory can weave iridescent webs around its own visitations. Memory transcends mortality. Memory, ephemeral, ethereal, endures through unceasing acts of remembering which reconnect the past to the future. A transmutation occurs, layers are added on. Yet memory is a story which is rewound and rewritten again and again. Anteriority is blank palimpsest through which the narrative of human life is created out of emptiness. Perhaps memory's own self containment testifies to its persistence as the only uncertain certitude of human life.