I read about a man. He was the bad product of a sick scientific experiment. He can't recall 6 years of his life. It is as if history jumped a hoop over 6 years of his life, like he took a pole vault and landed 6 years hence.

His memory records drew blank each time he tried a recall, like those 6 years never existed. It must be a weird thing for sections of your memory to be wiped clean like a magnetic tape. He was a sad man in search of an identity. Without historical coordinates, he suffered, from dissociative identity disorder.

As I ruminated on my Reading, I realized we all have something in common with the man with the missing years. We all have memory blanks and are all by-products of nature's scientific experiment. We all have missing years, years we cannot account for. Time literarily flies over the terrain of our lives.