tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post1595437569452993531..comments2024-03-18T03:40:39.185-04:00Comments on The Curious Jew: I Could Not Bear The Music That Made The Memory Such A Killing ThingChanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-89398307261031722092009-06-25T07:01:37.151-04:002009-06-25T07:01:37.151-04:00Yes, but I wouldn't want to forget the past an...Yes, but I wouldn't want to <i>forget</i> the past anyway! The past is important; it informs one's present. I just want to figure out how to have the past exist and be very happy about it, as I am, and simultaneously not be so reminded at every moment. God forbid that any past should be dead to me; that's not the way I am...Chanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-84242177529416385842009-06-25T00:56:15.997-04:002009-06-25T00:56:15.997-04:00I once heard something from a great teacher of min...I once heard something from a great teacher of mine, god has given a blessing that the dead are forgotten, so why didn't he give a blessing that the past can be forgotten too? he answered only once in our mind something is "dead", permanently gone, can we begin to forget about it, until we accept that reality, no blessing will help us forget, because we don't let ourselves forget.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com