Chance = Change

...had it together! Somehow, every now and again in the history of man, (or in the infinitesimal history of one individual such as myself), there are those thinkers/writers/philosophers who "get " the illuminated notion that time IS after all a river that we all swim in and that, indeed, we ARE all made of the same stardust...and that yes, life IS a mad whirl of repeated sightings and shared memory...Nabakov would write of a character in an early chapter and then, so like life, that same character would turn up in a later chapter, even just in passing, and you are reminded of the influence that particular character had on our hero or the development of story....even seeing a feather in the hat of that person, a bright red feather or an unbuckled shoe, can transport us back decades to a memory of deep importance....the human mind is a catalog, a video camera with infinite time on its tape, a Venus flytrap of experience, devouring and digesting every moment we exist...I am awash in highschool memories, moments and secrets...my dear old school chum Chip (the adult Olin that I am getting used to calling Olin) just left after a two-day visit, and I am filled with amazement and an odd sort of happiness!

WHY? Really...why? All it is is memory....a trip down Memory Lane...yeah sure...