I ran across this beautiful quote this week and have been thinking about it ever since. There's more to be said about it, but for now I just wanted to share it:
"living memory, like ripples in water or the nervous quivering of a gazelle’s skin in the moment before it takes flight, comes suddenly and trembles in a single instant in several rhythms or various focuses, before being frozen and immobilized into the memory of a memory." Amos Oz