Here’s a thought. Astronomers are historians. Historians of the universe. They dig into the past for evidence so as to get insight into the origins of our universe. Through their telescopes they search the sky for traces of a distant past. They read and interpret the light.
We need memories of the past in order to live in the present. We seek to know our origins, where we are coming from, who we are and where we are going. It’s the fundamental question of humanity. Simultaneously, just like astronomers, each of us wonders at some point of our lives about our past(s) – people, places and circumstances which years and years ago (or maybe fairly recently) gave a start to who we are today.
We seek the past so as to locate ourselves in the present. Each of us is a universe, a constellation of stars, an accumulation of ever-changing and renewing atoms, impressed with memories.
memories of the future 