Waves Roll Ashore From Far Across the Ocean
Posted January 8, 2009
http://radnichole.wordpress.com/2009/01/08/waves-roll-ashore-from-far-across-the-ocean/There's a special Hell reserved within the human body and mind for survivors, often enough. Although not all surviviors experience that Hell. Some through the special dispensation granted to the fortunate live through their traumas and never have to resort to the opium-dream, the dissociation or fugue-melody of separation of themselves from themselves. The oddity is that there seems to be no predicter of who will and who will not have memory wrap him like a warm rug on a bitter-cold night as he sits alone before a fireplace in a darkened cabin in the blizzard of the millenium while all around him dancers dance or preachers howl, a priest raises a wafer over a chalice or the crowd roars at the deft shot on goal that clinches a World Cup.
Like the memories of trauma and the fashions in which the brain protects the self and itself from the over-stimulation of memory by withdrawing the person into a solitary chamber, or creating another personality to receive the world while the organizing personality remains quarantined, the time and place of such occurrences seem random and unpredictable as the flight of sparrows through a spring breeze. Memory, like so very much of our human experience, is universal if various in its visits to our kind.
