Even though we spend most of our day on the internet,
when consciousness begins to fade
in those vivid moments before sleep or even at the edge of death
memories from the digital world rarely appear.
Perhaps it’s because those experiences lack touch, scent, and movement
the sensory richness that makes memories dense.
Or maybe it’s because they’re mostly semantic memories
words and knowledge detached from lived emotion.
But in the near future, when all five senses are logged in,
the value of content may shift.
From views and impressions
to how deeply it resonates in someone’s life,
and how lastingly it imprints on memory
DNA isn’t just a static blueprint.
The expression of our genes is shaped by emotion, memory, nutrition, stress, even human relationships.
It makes me wonder what if within us lie dormant genetic memories we haven’t yet recalled?
Maybe we’re all trying to remember something long forgotten.
The things we’re instinctively drawn to, the sudden sense of familiarity, the flashes of déjà vu
What if they’re fragments of ancestral memory, still echoing through our bodies, waiting to be reawakened?
Just a thought… but a beautiful one.
The body doesn’t have a single age
it carries hundreds of different timelines woven together.
Like mitochondria far older than our own birth,
and skin cells renewing every few weeks.
What appears fragmented organs, thoughts, memories, genes
might just be threads of one vast tapestry,
slowly rising into form when viewed from the right distance
People are more easily moved by emotions and empathy for causality, attaching meaning to things, rather than by data. However, when their survival feels threatened, they’ll betray superficial stories and ultimately choose to protect their survival. I think it’s when the story aligns with the assurance of survival that humans can most powerfully exercise their ability to believe.
