Remembrance of Things Past: sometimes a tabula rasa, sometimes a palimpsest. Impermanent, transient and always malleable. The only thing we can know with certainty about the past is that others will not have the same memories or the same understanding of those memories as we do.
And goodness. What defines ‘goodness’? Is it a faithfulness to this past we only partially remember, or is it faithfulness to the expectations placed upon us by society? Are we all just wolves constrained by our current existence? What faith must we place in our memories to answer these questions?