We feel in one world, we think and name in another. Between the two we can set up a system of references, but we cannot fill in the gap.
Marcel ProustSo we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears.
Marcel Proust