"What is the past?"
"All the past you hoard is a memory of dots on a map. But the dots are not the map. And your memories are not truth. Your memories are an attempt to hold in place pictured events. You only imagined them. You made up a meaning. You interpreted the uninterpretable.
Physics tells you that an event is a happening in time and space. Physics will also tell you that time and space are not. So what is an event? And what is a memory? A blade of grass in a painted field. No more, no less.
A memory is a picture you paint and repaint"


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I can hardly believe it. In Heavenletter #2582, The Lock and the Key, is the silent prayer of my life, word for word:
"Look, God....." This Heaven Letter sounds to me like the last word. But if I look closely, does not Heaven Letter #1 sound like the last word too? In retrospect, it does. In retrospect, it even seems to me that all I will ever need is one sentence: "You came with nothing but Me."