It is most important that we remember.

I’m reading Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. I thought I had started it before and put it down because it was a little bit crude. But when I started it this time, none of it seemed familiar. Either it was just not the time for me to start it or I am thinking of something else. (This one is a little crude, yes, but not in the ways I was remembering it to be. Good grief, I will stop explaining this now.)

Here is a passage I really enjoyed from the book so far. I could say a lot of things about how, for me at least, this is a time of year that I focus on remembering. Remembering people and places and holidays of yore. But then I decided I would just give you the passage instead. Without any commentary.

It is most important that we remember, the narcoleptic potato farmer Didl S said to the congregation, which was reclining on pillows around his living room . . .

Remember what? the schoolteacher Tzadik P asked, expelling yellow chalk with each syllable.

The what, Didl said, is not so important, but that we should remember. It is the act of remembering, the process of remembrance, the recognition of our past . . . Memories are small prayers to God, if we believed in that sort of thing . . .

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