Memory is an immensely vivid thing. And it seems to have the need to be flexible to survive the changes of time. Now we need a lot of words to describe what happens. In the old times it was completely different. Without translation we wouldn´t understand e.g. the chronicles of the ancient Native Americans or the old scripts of greek myths. And yet I´m sure memory is much more valuable than the thing we call history. I love to listen to peoples stories as I love authors writing plots that strech over generations.
Sometimes I wander the lands of my past and I know with growing experience and understanding it still changes. Sometimes things even come back into my mind I didn´t know they were there as if you have to be ready for it. I can find everything there, colors, feelings, atmosphere... beloved ones and foes. It´s save to go back there as long as my mind is calm and receptive. And the best that can happen is to come back here and my world has gained in quality.
That´s how I understand the idea that the world around us, the way we interpret and interact, works like a fluid mirror of our inside world.