The question that comes up a lot is, if you had the chance to erase your memory of something specific, what would you erase? And my answer has always been, I wouldn't erase anything, personally. In some ways, I almost wouldn't want to erase anything from the public consciousness, either, for the same reason.
One thing is certain: you can never become anything other than yourself, and unless you become yourself you cannot be happy. Happiness happens only when a rosebush grows roseflowers; when it flowers, when it has its own individuality. You may be a rosebush and trying to flower as lotus flower - that is creating insanity. Erase the mind. And the way to erase it is not by fight: the way to erase it is just to become aware.
To erase the possibility of empathy is to erase the possibility of understanding. To erase the possibility of empathy is also to erase the possibility of art. Theater, fiction, horror stories, love stories. This is what art does. Good or bad, it imagines the insides, the heart of the other, whether that heart is full of light or trapped in darkness.
To Mr. Jones, she said, imagine you're looking up at a blue sky, and imagine a tiny airplane skywriting the letter Z. Then let the wind erase the letter. Then imagine the plane writing the letter Y. Let the wind erase it. Then the letter X. Erase it. Then the letter W. Let the wind erase it.
Accomplishments don't erase shame, hatred, cruelty, silence, ignorance, discrimination, low self-esteem or immorality. It covers it up, with a creative version of pride and ego. Only restitution, forgiving yourself and others, compassion, repentance and living with dignity will ever erase the past.
Shannon L. Alder
I am what I am. I'm not going to get plastic surgery. I had this discussion with my younger son. We were at a dermatologist, and this dermatologist suggested to me that I wanted to avoid wrinkles. Those wrinkles show that I have laughed a lot in my life, why should I want to erase that? Why would I erase the traces of my life which I loved?
One day I found out that personal history was no longer necessary for me and, like drinking, I dropped it... Little by little you must create a fog around yourself; you must erase everything around you until nothing can be taken for granted, until nothing is any longer for sure, or real. Your problem now is that you're too real. Your endeavors are too real, your moods are too real. Don't take things so for granted. You must begin to erase yourself.
The Suicide Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one.
Jorge Luis Borges
CUT MY HANDS - I DON'T FEEL YOU ANY LONGER DARKEN MY EYES - I DON'T SEE YOU ANYMORE SCAR MY FACE - NO KISSES FALL UPON THEM TEAR MY VEIN - ERASE THE MEMORIES THAT LET YOU IN SMASH YOUR FACE - YOUR INFECTION NEVER LEAVES ME FEAR YOUR NAME - I HEAR IT EVERYWHERE SPEAK NO MORE - I LAY MY SHIT UPON YOU CLOUDS MY BRAIN - IT ECHOES THROUGH THE HOLE THAT LET YOU IN BLEED MY SKIN - THE DISEASE BEGINS TO LEAVE ME TORTURING - MY BODY NOW BE STILL ERASE ME - THEN NEVER TO REMEMBER REMOVING - IT BREEDS WITHIN THE HOLE THAT LET YOU IN IF I CAN'T FEEL YOUR HEART AGAIN THEN I DON'T WANT TO FEEL MINE ANY LONGER LET THE KILLING BEGIN SCRAPE THE MEMORIES INSIDE MY HEAD TO REMOVE YOU FROM ME ERASE EVERYTHING THAT STILL BELONGS TO ME. WHY IS IT THAT WE ALWAYS SAY THAT THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME WE WILL FALL TRUST NO-ONE AND NEVER LOVE AGAIN WHEN THE TRUTH IS THAT THE MYTH OF LOVE TRIPS US TIME AND TIME AGAIN COULD IT BE THAT YOU COULD FALL SO FAR THAT NO-ONE NO MATTER HOW STRONG THEIR LOVE COULD PULL YOU BACK UP AGAIN BEING LEFT TO FLOAT ENDLESSLY IN A BLACK OF DESPAI