Who are we without our memories?

There is one thing worse than forgetting and that is forgetting that we are forgetting. It is a hard life out there when the mind begins to desert the body. Sometimes the mind leaves the body altogether and the body continues on locked in a sort of autopilot as it were.  They call it dementia, very common in stages. 

God hung the world on nothing

This is where I believe my spirit steps in,  sort of leaving the mind and its' body behind. My spirit, not subject to time or space, embarks me on a new course of which I know nothing for certain except God's promise.

The ideas of God 

Only faith, born within my spirit, can carry me forward into a fantasia like future that God and in His existence has prepared for me. I must be prepared to let the seen world go, lost perhaps in memories powered by the unspeakable favors in the world of the unseen. 

I remember when it was good to be born but in the womb I did not know it. It was good to be born and I believe it will be good to die in its' time, just like before. I had no conception of the future then and I do not have it now, only the importance of my spirit to existence.