I'm never the porridge that's just right. Rather I flit between hot and cold, two extremes that have nothing to do with each other and everything to do with me. Whether they be confused and confident, falling and flying, I'm still trying to find a balance worthy of Goldilock's attention.
What binds that “me” to this “me”, and allows me to maintain the illusion that there is continuity from moment to moment and year to year, is some relatively stable but gradually evolving thing at the nucleus of my being. Call it a soul, or a self, or an emergent by-product of a neural network, but whatever you want to call it, that element of continuity is entirely dependent on memory.
Moonwalking With Einstein Joshua Foer
(Source: kinglanze)
