Adding more depth to my first blog.

This blog is an extension of the first blog I wrote, and it pertains to my trip to glacier.  To further the context of it, I suggest reading it.  

I am standing on a slick platform, (covered in rain water) hovering above thousands of acres of dark green rainforest. My hand is firmly griped on the railing-- so as to keep balance in case the wind picks up a little more.  In every direction I look, there are serene mountains covered in a thick glacial snowpack, and a mist that rapidly veils, and rapidly unveils their immensity.  These mountains I think to myself are the most jagged and unrecognizable I have ever seen, yet, for some reason, the most familiar.  I look over at my girlfriend, and tell her, “for some reason, I feel very nostalgic.  It is like I have seen all these images of mountain and forest separately, yet now, they are all superimposed in a single pallet—a colossal ode to my memory of natural landscapes.” 

While this memory is of course partially contrived—as is all narrative non-fiction—it is pertinent to several themes Eliade discusses in the chapter Mythologies of Memory and Forgetting.  On page 137 he states that: “it was to be expected that modern man, fallen under the domination of time and obsessed by his own historicity, should try to open himself to the World by acquiring a new dimension in the vastness of the temporal realm…His historiographical horizon being as wide as it has become he is able through anamnesis…(to be) project(ed)…out of his historical moment…(into) a primordial time, the time in which men established their cultural behavior patterns.”  In writing my original blog before reading this chapter of Eliade’s study, I was concerned with how this memory was a return to an origin.  Now I understand that yes it was a return, but a return that is continually expanded by the amnesis mythic study provides.  In reading myths and stories, we are not only revealing how the ancients came to be, but how we came be as well: “:those…who are able to remember their former lives are above all concerned with discovering their own history, parceled out as it is among their countless incarnations.  They try to unify these isolated fragments, to make them parts of a single pattern, in order to discover the direction and meaning of their destiny.  For the unification, through anamnesis, of these totally unrelated fragments of history also implies the joining of the beginning to the end.” 

            So perhaps what I am saying is: common feelings of nostalgia are frighteningly immense, particularly when we read more—thus remembering more