Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

Reality may be too complex for oral transmission; legend recreates it in a manner which is only accidentally false and which allows it to go about the world, from mouth to mouth.

Memory is no more than the noun by which we imply that among the innumerable possible states of consciousness, many occur again in an imprecise way.- The Nothingness of Personality

But I will relate what happened with absolute honesty; that, perhaps, will help me understand it. After all, when one confesses to an act, one ceases to be an actor in it and becomes its witness, becomes a person that observes and narrates it and no longer the person that performed it.

But I will relate what happened with absolute honesty; that, perhaps, will help me understand it. After all, when one confesses to an act, one ceases to be an actor in it and becomes its witness, becomes a man that observes and narrates it and no longer the man that performed it.

We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.

El presente está solo. La memoriaErige el tiempo. Sucesión y engañoEs la rutina del reloj. El añoNo es menos vano que la vana historia.(The present is singular. It is memorythat sets up time. Both succession and errorcome with the routine of the clock. A yearis no less vanity than is history.)

Man's memory shapesIts own Eden within

Night is pleasing to us because, like memory, it erases idle details.A New Refutation of Time