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''Dear God. He really is lost. What the hell did they do to him?''<br> | ''Dear God. He really is lost. What the hell did they do to him?''<br> | ||
Even Mike, as messed up as he'd been, had been spared losing his memories. There's considerable debate whether we are nothing but the sum of our memories, those elusive chemical illusions making us what we are, but from bitter experience I know that had I not grown up with my brothers and learned the lessons they'd taught me early, I wouldn't still be breathing. My family was dead to me now, and I to them...but I still had them, safe and immutable, in my head and heart and they still spoke to me when I needed them. When I chose to listen. But that was the most precious luxury of all: I could still choose. Joshua could stand in the wilderness and wait for a voice or a sign...and never get it. <br> | Even Mike, as messed up as he'd been, had been spared losing his memories. There's considerable debate whether we are nothing but the sum of our memories, those elusive chemical illusions making us what we are, but from bitter experience I know that had I not grown up with my brothers and learned the lessons they'd taught me early, I wouldn't still be breathing. My family was dead to me now, and I to them...but I still had them, safe and immutable, in my head and heart and they still spoke to me when I needed them. When I chose to listen. But that was the most precious luxury of all: I could still choose. Joshua could stand in the wilderness and wait for a voice or a sign...and never get it. <br> | ||
