Primula Baggins wrote:Is my memory of a spiritual experience more ethereal than my memory of something I saw with my eyes or heard with my ears?
No.
To be fair, in
Ax's example, the memory of the patient was of a physical experience, of pain.
Still, I have memories of moods and feelings that are more vivid than the memories of sights and sounds that accompanied them. I've described one of them in this thread, and while you (generic you) may argue exactly what it was and what it meant and how it worked, if g-you are into that sort of argument, you cannot argue that that experience was not real.
There were others. When I was twelve, I stayed in a summer camp set in a pine forest. One day, they took us down an overgrown path, and there, on a river bank, surrounded by weeds and brambles, there was an old wooden merry-go-round. I don't remember whether it was creaky, or what it was that I rode - a car, I think, but there is no certainty. But I do remember how content I felt, I remember that I felt happy.
And I will never forget how certain I felt, on meeting DH for the second or third time, that this was the man I was meant to marry. It was not mere attraction - that was familiar enough - but a soul-knowledge. I don't care if g-you are skeptical. G-you weren't there and I was.
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If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.
Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!