Snippets of the Mind

That's all we have when you come right down to it: little pieces of life, random moments we dare call-- memories! But what are these fragments, these snippets of the mind? Just sort of, kind of bright flashes in the pan lighting up the brain, rolling into the mind willy-nilly, like freight cars abandoned by the locomotive? All life's experiences, both sweet and sour, remain only as touches, wisps brushing 'gainst the soul, memories as promise but always as promises unfulfilled, unkept.... For the only reality we have lies in the moment, every single moment, in each breath we take: everything before or after the moment is mere illusion, a coloring of the lost past or a fantasy that will never be born. Life is like a fine bespoke suit until some madman comes by to cut it up into myriad bits and pieces we so bravely call-- memories....