Recently I had the opportunity to reconnect with
two of my classmates
from university days, some 43 years ago – Gurjit Cheema and
Dod, whose first name I still don’t know. Though they have both aged, like me,
I can see continuity from then to now, a thread, and physical similarities to
them then. I can see them in my mind’s eye the way they cannot see themselves. Dod, for example, has a memory of me riding a bicycle to campus
that I have no memory of at all. I remember him with a moustache and he denies
ever having one. Though Gurjit has maintained his slight figure, Dod is not the
lithe figure I recall. My memory, superimposed on him now, makes quite a
contrast. But the spirit remains unchanged. Yes, the body changes, sometimes
drastically, but the spirit doesn’t. What does this tell us? Something highly
essential, I think, and very comforting.
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