Death. My memories are what make me. Without memories I don't find a purpose to continue living. Every day I'm making memories with my family and my daughter. I wouldn't be any benefit to her either without my memories. They are the lessons I've learned in life. I would be dooming myself to repeat all my same mistakes again because I'm still the same person with the same desires and yet no lessons to remember. I personally think it would be selfish for me to choose amnesia I have nothing to pass on to my family and friends and only LIFE as it were to live for myself.
This question reminds me of the book called "The Giver" Newberry Medal winner. The whole basis of the story is that there is a community of people who have no memory of the past and only one of them is responsible to carry those memories. As the young boy in the story is being given the memories that the previous "Giver" held he begins to realize how empty life is without memories even though they be of death and pain. The contrast is what makes life so rich.
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"Always learn the rules so that you can break them properly." Dalai Lama
My Karma just ran over your Dogma.
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