I remember Peer. Peer with the leather bracelet sorrowfully decorated with three metal circles. Each mourning a death of someone close to his heart. Peer with more facial expressions than me. Peer whose hand stretching out from a tree trunk adorns my study desk.
Some people come into our lives abruptly and leave permanently.
However, their indelible presence will forever be imprinted upon our persons.
In Boris Pasternak's-Dr Zhivago
-Well, what are you?...What is it about you you've always known about yourself? Your kidneys? Your liver? Your blood vessels? No. However far back you go in your memory, it is always in some external, active manifestation of yourself that you come across your identity-in the work of your hands, in your family, in other people. And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what our consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life-your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you-the you that enters the future and becomes part of it.
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