How would resilience be possible without forgetting? Without forgetting how something presents itself, how could it be overcome? It would present itself to me continuously, daily, the way it has always presented. I would be mired in this eternal present, which has become a past. I would be the ancestor of myself, not my perpetual descendant. I could not really appreciate the novelty of each day, because it would always be the same in my mind, unnecessarily repeated.
Without oblivion, we are stuck in a never-ending day.
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Or, it has also been said, a stairway to oblivion is better than no stairway at all. I am not sure that is right, but if it is wrong, Pascal’s Wager was equally meaningless.