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Do this in remembrance of me: the concept of the Holiday in America Death Birth Love Conflict Religion Occult Individual A state of people Tradition. Do this in remembrance of me. Do this in remembrance of us. I am well<b> traveled </font></b>around the world so the concept of the holiday is not unique to the American; rather, it is a human trait: To honor another with a set date upon a calendar is to honor oneself or a characteristic they want or have rests squarely at some psychological level. It is pleasant. It is a reward. It is a reason to celebrate such things. The reasons for such a concept would take up two semesters easily, but within brevity; a holiday is about remembering. In its totality, the 24 hours or length of such a holiday lasts as long as we wish it to be. For example, one might treat people the entire year the same way one would treat them as during the Christmas season, while others may contend to back off the pong and stand wearily in the shadows until the holiday passes. They then can return to standard activity. This Sunday we are to remember or honor the Mother Womb from whence we came. Do this in remembrance of me. We didn't choose to be born anymore than we chose our mother; but according to the calendar we are to remember and honor our mom regardless of situation. A toast or even more splendid to the one who raised us: our first friend, our first teacher, our first love. You see, forgetting is a crime, especially in America. Now, all empires fall, but as they stand they try to maintain a sense of humanity and civility for the masses and the historians: enter the holiday. A holiday is Window dressing for passers-by. It is not idle that amnesia, alzheimer's, and any brain trauma frightens the human. The part of our brain that is the recorder of deeds doesn't want a gap for anything of value. For the American, this Sunday marks a day of remembrance for our mom. To forget our mom would again be a crime. To speak poorly of her or perhaps even to engage in arguments would be horrilbe, but no where close to the crime of forgetting. But the calendar has never let us down (with the exception of the Mayan). It is the reminder for a creature of temperature and comfort; for a creature of temperament and fortitude; for a creature of situation and intolerance; for a creature of selfishness and desire; for a creature prone towards forgetting...not to forget our mother womb. Do this is remembrance of me. For the marginal exception of a human we don't require a calendar or election or season to remember those who mean the most to us. Unless we suffer the aforementioned trauma and illness to the brain we remember and celebrate them in our own way every day. I do not right this moment need a reminder to call my grandma or buy her flowers or lean down to kiss her while resting in her favorite chair. I do not need a day set aside to buy her a robe or TV or pay her mortgage. The reason for this is that some "holidays" are a matter for the heart. My heart works now and therefore I remember her every day. I honor her every day. I love her every day. I call her and let her talk about things she has already stated just to hear her voice. I sit and let her tell stories I have heard a dozen times because she is the one telling them. I buy her flowers at least 8 times a year because I can. I am a man of means so my money allows for this act of remembrance as I do not fear forgetting how much she means to me. For me, Sunday is just another day. |
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