Memories are all we have. They have the power to make things real: If we forget, did it ever really happen? And when we do recall, why can a memory evoke the same emotions in us (shame, embarrassment, joy, despair) even if it has long since departed? Or if we cannot find the moment in our mind, can we ever really enjoy it? As it happens, we cannot wring from it all that the moment holds - its significance, its meaning, its foretelling. We can only truly examine it, relish it, savor it, as we turn it over in our mind, in our memory. Live in the moment only? Discard your baggage? No, cling to your memories. They are our allies against the irresistible march of time. They are our path to our best of times that we can only see in hindsight. They are our means for understanding where we find ourselves. And our tribute to who we are. Memories are all we have.