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

Then I went home to continue my life, which had changed a little, as lives do every day, inching by microspecks forward toward whatever surprises are coming next.

There is something about that moment, when literature becomes accessible, and a door of the world opens.

Now he saw another elephant emerge from the place where it had stood hidden in the trees. Very slowly it walked to the mutilated body and looked down. With its sinuous trunk it struck the huge corpse; then it reached up, broke some leafy branches with a snap, and draped them over the mass of torn thick flesh. Finally it tilted its massive head, raised its trunk, and roared into the empty landscape.

Even trained for years as they all had been in precision of language, what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine?

If everyting's the same, then there aren't any choices! I want to wake up in the morning and decide things!" (Jonas) "It's the choosing that's imortant, isn't it?" The Giver asked him.

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