Everything has a memory…(More specifically and expansive: All things retain a memory of more complex dimensions from whence they were deduced.)
Some things, if not properly attended, when they die are damn near dead forever.
All ordinary stuff runs its course…(that’s one way you can tell it’s ordinary.)
Every day, for many years, this one father would shout to his son, “Don’t you fall from that ladder!” and this was long before the boy had ever even seen a ladder.
Inscribed on the wall of a certain 3-D way station, “’God’ is what the intellect calls tomorrow.”