By ice rivers
A theory exists that we spend amost all of our waking time virtually asleep. Every so often we come out of our waking sleep and when we do, we never forget it. Those moments of consciousness constitute what we call our memory.
If most of us could write down or relate everything we remember in detail, the retelling would probably account for a total of two or three days, a week at most.
If we've been alive longer than a week, that means that an awful lot has fade, fade, faded away...mainly because we weren't fully awake in the first place when all the forgotten went down.
This is one of the reasons that writers write. We momentarily wake up and search to find words to describe and preserve the moment as well as to show that we were truly awake and in control of our resources when we found those words that stay. All creativity takes place in those fleeting moments when we are awake. When we pull out the evidences of our awakening, it takes us right back to the moment of creativity when we momentarily stepped out of the slumber.
Examine your memory banks. What's in there? Some joy, some pain, some history, some victory, some defeat, some hater, some love, some laughter, some tears, some anger, some shock, some awe, some terror; all of these inputs happened when we were awake or when we suddenly woke up just before they happened which may or may not have caused them to happen in the first place.
Remember when you fell in love the first time.
You woke up just in time and your loved one woke up when you did.
When I was a classroom teacher, I used to run this theory past my students. After I asked them if they were awake, which almost all of them said that they were, I would say "if you are truly awake then you will NEVER forget what I am about to do right now. Are you ready? Are you awake?"
At which point I would loudly clap my hands once.
That was the thunderclap.
I would tell the students "if you were awake, you will remember the thunder clap forever. I encouraged them to wake me up in the future by thunderclapping when they saw me a year or two or twenty down the road.
I was at a supermarket last weekend. A young man walked by me and clapped once. Then he said "Mr. Rivers, I was awake that day and I knew I was and I said I was."
His thunderclap woke me up enough to remember the incident; enough to recall it and preserve it here. I hadn't seen that particular student in at least ten years.
This wasn't the first time I've been thunderclapped, merely the most recent.
I'm thunderclapped quite frequently as a matter of fact
It's a good feeling like coming out of a dream and wondering "how long have I been out".
If you are awake now as you read, you will remember the thunderclap forever
And wake up again as you recall
and when you wake up, get ready something big is about to happen.