Life Seems To Speed Up As We

Someday In The Distant Cyborg Future, When Our Internal And External Memories Fully Merge, We May Come To Possess Infinite Knowledge. But That's Not The Same Thing As Wisdom.

I Have Never Been Particularly Good With Languages. Despite A Dozen Years Of Hebrew School And A Lifetime Of Praying In The Language, I'm Ashamed To Admit That I Still Can't Read An Israeli Newspaper. Besides English, The Only Language I Speak With Any Degree Of Fluency Is Spanish.

Languages Are Something Of A Mess. They Evolve Over Centuries Through An Unplanned, Democratic Process That Leaves Them Teeming With Irregularities, Quirks, And Words Like 'knight.'

Truman Capote Famously Claimed To Have Nearly Absolute Recall Of Dialogue And Used His Prodigious Memory As An Excuse Never To Take Notes Or Use A Tape Recorder, But I Suspect His Memory Claims Were Just A Useful Cover To Invent Dialogue Whole Cloth.

Our Ability To Find Humor In The World, To Make Connections Between Previously Unconnected Notions, To Create New Ideas, To Share In A Common Culture: All These Essentially Human Acts Depend On Memory.