Be careful of memories. Sometimes they are like ice cubes dropped into a glass of cola or coffee or tea. They melt. They merge. It's more & more difficult to tell the nice clear ice from the dark surround. As I enter my 8th decade I am amazed at how much I reminisce and I wonder are those memories real, true? It gets muddled, maybe for 'self' protection. There is no other reason to be here, other than "Go forth and multiply.' The cosmos demands it.