Between parent and child the messages pass invisibly
back and forth, like electrical impulses along a wire.
Not all of them are clear or even comprehensible;
many go completely unheard—at the time. But they
all register in the tangled circuitry of the heart and
may be reactivated years later by memory, chance or
circumstance. No communication is ever expunged.
The blow struck in 1955 or the word said in 1982 still
vibrates in time, like the echo from the formation of
Diderot believed that everything we have ever seen,
known, heard or experienced—right down to a tint of
light or the look of grains of sand on a beach—continues
to exist within us. We retain these things in our minds
but fail to remember them.
Then one day the phone rings; and the call is for you.