CopperKettle
Joined 28 June 2008
Memory
editFor life is but a dream whose shapes return,
Some frequently, some seldom, some by night
And some by day, some night and day: we learn,
The while all change and many vanish quite,
In their recurrence with recurrent changes
A certain seeming order; where this ranges
We count things real; such is memory's might.
James Thomson, The City of Dreadful Night