we all have memories, separately and collectively, many forgotten or misremembered, floating around like molecules in the sky, the ether. the ether is both the clear sky and a highly volatile flammable liquid, and also an anesthetic. it's no wonder we get confused and conflate things. nor can we rely on others, or the collective memory. we just have to try to keep our heads. dreams and reality, the micro and the macro, converge. the ether is like memory, not just ours. it can burn. anyway i believe in angels, primarily because i'm still alive. i remember when they changed inflammable to flammable, because people thought inflammable meant will not burn.