The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

Think only on the climb. Think on what you control

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.

It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.

It's just that... without the memories it's all meaningless.

Always in the dream, it seemed as if there were a destination: a something--he could not grasp what-that lay beyond the place where the thickness of snow brought the sled to a stop. He was left, upon awakening, with the feeling that he wanted, even somehow needed, to reach the something that waited in the distance. The feeling that it was good. That it was welcoming. That it was significant. But he did not know how to get there.

There's much more. There's all that goes beyond – all ... that is Elsewhere – and all that goes back, and back, and back. I received all of those, when I was selected. And here in this room, all alone, I re-experience them again and again. It is how wisdom comes. And how we shape our future.