The very idea of carrying my memory into eternity devastated me, and I took refuge in atheism.

If genetic memory or racial memory persists, is it possible that individual memory also exists from previous lives?

Our officers are devastated about what took place, ... You try to do everything conceivable to protect, but sometimes it's just not possible.

The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.

And if I remain in the dark about our purpose here, and meaning of eternity, I have nonetheless arrived at an understanding of a few more modest truths: Most of us fear death. Most of us yearn to comprehend how we go here, and why – which is to say, most of us ache to know the love of our creator. And we will no doubt feel that ache, most of us, for as long as we happen to be alive.

On the church vaulting above was the clock-face of eternity, void of number and serving as its own hand, only one black finger was pointing and the dead wanted to tell the time by it.