Do you know that
feeling when you have the name or information on the tip of your tongue but you
just cannot remember it? What about when
you walk into a room and forget why you entered it? Some might call it aging and some might worry
about dementia or Alzheimer's, but I think of it as a filing problem. We are inundated every day with literally
gigabytes of new information which is being added to the years of accumulated
information.
I believe the
subconscious mind is constantly filtering and processing information in order
to file it away for future reference. I
like to think of the brain as a huge file room with endless cabinets stretching
into infinity. There is no index or
directory and there are no labels on any of the file cabinets. Some have papers sticking out of the
drawers. Some have piles of papers and
file folders sitting on top waiting to be filed because I know when I get in a
hurry I leave things to file later.
And I believe it is
all there in our highly underused brains, forever. It's just that so much information is coming
in at any given time that I cannot keep up with the filing. So it isn't that I don't know something or
remember it, it is that I cannot find where it is filed.
Everything I ever
learned or saw or experienced is somewhere in that room. The fragments of songs
I knew when I was 11, the directions to a friend's house when I was 16, old
addresses and phone numbers, names of people I knew years ago, how to prepare a
bank deposit for the job I had at 25 and so on.
Much of it is only relevant in memory, but some of it is useful like
knowing how to drive or prepare dinner or do my job now.
Now, this may seem
like a silly distinction. If I cannot
remember something, does it matter why?
It does to me. I believe that
there is value in all those full file cabinets.
And in my dreamy hours I can look through and find things I can
use. Sometimes I am really surprised by
what I find like a delightful memory that makes me smile. Sometimes it is a truism or 'how to' that
applies to my life today. I find the
thought of my full file room beautiful.
A treasure of the useful, the absurd, the wonderful, the sentimental,
and the funny.
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