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(...) the brain is constantly telling us lies. It simply can't record every detail our eyes see, so instead, the occipital lobe adds what it assumes is there. The brain isn't a video recording - it's more like a photo album, and in between those pictures it fills in the blanks. The result is that false memories can be created more easily than any of us want to believe. There will be incidents you swear on your mother's grave happened a certain way ... but didn't.

What kind of idiot tastes freedom and spits it out?

Parenthood was like awakening to find a soap bubble in the cup of your palm, and being told you had to carry it while you parachuted from a dizzying height, climbed a mountain range, battled on the front lines. All you wanted to do was tuck it away, safe from natural disasters and violence and prejudice and sarcasm, but that was not an option. You lived in a daily fear of watching it burst, of breaking it yourself. Somehow you knew that if it disappeared, you would, too.

(...) the words of Leonardo da Vinci: While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Women had been property. Their chastity had always belonged to a man, until abortion and contraception put control of women's sexuality in the women's hands.