I spent at least an hour today retracing my steps of the last day on the web, in search of a passage I’d just read that suggests we can no more think outside our bounds than a bird can understand itself from the point of view of its predator.
That I have misplaced this quote is a testament not just to my sloppy reading habits but even more to my aging brain. I will increasingly rely on tools to “offload” my memory to the cloud. This is, perhaps, as it should be. We are not meant to hold on to information for very long.
We are fragile vessels, bound to break. If we’ve served well, we’ll have carried some information a little bit further along.