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Saturday is not a good day to sit around and watch TV at my house. I only get the over-the-air stations and they're all going broke it might seem. There were more infomercials all day long than programs. The golf programs were dull and boring. Just today though. Sometime I can enjoy watching the top pros play.
There wasn't much e-mail circulating either. Practically all of it was from a couple of friends I know in person. I guess the biggest event of the day was when one of them discovered that instead of having appendicitis he has/had kidney stones. That's the most painful kind I understand, but he got some relief and hopefully is on the road to recovery.
It's not so clear in my memory whether or not I ever had kidney stones. If I did it was when I was in my twenties. If they're so painful it seems like I would remember, but somebody said that people can't remember pain itself, just the events that caused the pain. Sometimes not even then.
In my opinion, the reason humans don't remember pain, if such is so, is that pain happens in the eternal NOW! I don't think I register pain in my brain in a way that I can later remember it. My most favorite example of how it personally happens with me is when I jumped off that cliff in Yosemite National Park in California.
I was in excruciating pain at the time, and that was a primary reason for me deciding to jump to my death and get it over with. I was freezing to death. My body had already turned blue from the cold. I couldn't find my way off the top of that mountain. I'd been trying all afternoon, and now it was turning dark, and so I was dead. I couldn't have lasted through the night up there in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
I remember pretty much everything that happened up until the time I jumped, but after I jumped and felt gravity start pulling me down, I didn't remember anything at all until I approached the camping area shower building that was open and the hot water was hot. Even then, as I slowly warmed up to the point I felt fairly sure I wasn't going to die, I remembered jumping off that cliff. It was just the immediate time I was in the air on the way down that has apparently been lost to me.
That's why I think humans don't remember pain. They only remember what they did to get hurt, and then after they do get hurt, but that's all they got on their mind. Humans don't record pain itself for posterity. But, hell, I could be wrong. I too have sinned.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
