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A man can only remember so much. Just enough to learn from past mistakes. A man can only faintly remember his happiness and joy and, at times can only faintly remember his pain and loneliness. A man wants to remember. It is a need that he himself does not understand why. A man once told the day's work into song and then at night drew crude pictures on the wall. A man once wrote his thoughts on papyrus and then expressed through music with his instruments. A man once painted his imagination in canvas right before he announced it in poetry. Then a man mastered light and sound and he took pictures and records instead. A man chooses his medium