Memories of the past.” “Sir,” Jonas said, “I would be very interested in hearing your life story, and to listen to your memories - I apologize for interrupting” I waved my hand no. “No apologies in this room; we haven’t time.” “Well,” Jonas went on, “I am really interested, I don’t mean that I’m not. I don’t understand why it’s so important. I could do some adult job in the community, and in my recreation time, I could come and listen to the stories from your childhood.” He wasn’t understanding. I shook my head. “No, no, I’m not being clear. It’s not my past, nor my childhood I must transmit to you.” I sighed and leaned back. “It’s the memories of the whole world. Before you and me and many generations back.” Jonas frowned. “The whole world?”, he asked, “not just us? I’m sorry sir, maybe I just don’t understand. Maybe I’m not smart enough. I don’t know what you mean.” I was confusing him. “There’s much more. I received all of it when I was selected. And here in this room, all alone, I re-experience them again and again. It’s how wisdom comes. How we shape our future.” I took a deep breath. “I am so weighted with