Andrew

“I will soar, then, beyond
this power of my nature also, still rising by degrees
toward
him who made me. And I enter the fields and spacious
halls of memory,
where are stored
as treasures
the countless
images
that have been brought
into them from all manner
of
things by the senses.
There, in the memory,
is likewise
stored what we cogitate,
either by
enlarging
or reducing
our perceptions,
or by altering
one way or another
those things which
the senses have made contact
with; and everything
else that has been entrusted
to it and
stored up in it, which oblivion
has not yet swallowed
up and buried.”
― Augustine of Hippo