Ever had those moments in bed, right before sleep overtakes you, when you think about your past, your future and everything you have done in life? You wonder about the complexities of this weaving, endless string of memories and your involvement in them. You think about the fleeting happiness, the ridiculous things you did, the experiences that seemed as fresh as if it had only happened yesterday.

Yet, what is the proof that they actually did?



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