A Small Spark

Then without wasting any more time, June started to quickly recollect all of the necessary information that should be related to the storage of all of the different kinds of memories that might be present within his own physical body.

What is a physical memory?

The memory that was created from the regular input of all the data that had either been transmitted through the five sensory organs, or have been passed on in the form of a heritage as the hereditary memory.

Or in more simpler words, what people might refer to as the "Bloodline" is also the same form of the physical memory.

After all what else could it be other than a type of materialistic memory for the design of the physical body that is directly inherited from the blood that had been passed on through the older generations or our ancestors.

"Before I had even opened my eyes for the first time, at that time, my body that was slowly taking its complete physical form within my mother's womb for nine months."

"Which was exactly why, it could be said that my own body, was actually formed from the memory of genes and the DNA that was passed on to my physical body through the physical bodies of my mother and father."

"The physical body is very similar to a physical carrier for the memory, but the only problem that even an intelligent species like the human beings have been facing ever since a very early time was that we have lost the proper method to interpret this memory that had been stored deeply hidden within the human body since the time of the beginning"

"There is even a chance that this same hidden memory was also known as the human potential in the today's world where I come from."

After reaching up to this conclusion, June stopped for a moment and once again looked at the line of horizon present at the beginning of his memory line and then he continued once again.

"And my parents carried that same memory in the form of genes and chromosomes within their bodies which was further passed on from the bodies of their own parents"

"A normal person's intellect and basic nature of behavior, what we know in a simple language and which we call 'the consciousness' is actually in the indirect correlation to the total amount of this hidden 'bloodline' memory that the person is capable of harvesting or comprehending using his own understanding of the outside world."

After reaching this point with the flow of his thoughts, June's mind was only left with the last question that was slowly eating up his mind with every passing second.

"But the main question is where does it all begins?"

"Where the hell is that point of beginning?"

"Why can't I find that perfect singularity beyond this line of horizon?"

These three different sentences which were asking the same question kept on rotating within his head nonstop, and it was like he was almost trapped within his own thought cycle of these three questions that was currently taking place deep inside his mind.

While he was staring at the line of horizon, his memory line was starting to look like a never ending river floating in a curved zig zag path and getting smaller and smaller until it came in touch with that stubborn line of horizon.

Facing something so intimately close to him and at the same time still so far away that he could not even see it's beginning, was starting to annoy June.

Each and every step of this memory line was travelled by June at some point of time, and still he could not even see where his journey even began.

And as a result of this a hidden emotion that had been long suppressed within the depths of June's heart with the help of his mental logic and the accepting nature slowly started to emerge in a form of a tiny spark.

And as soon as those three questions continued to rotate within his mind, this small spark of anger that had emerged right at the center of the rotation of those three questions started to increase.

In time that tiny spark slowly turned into a small flame, and June could feel himself starting to burn little by little within that same small flame and starting from his feet slowly June could feel himself catching fire at the same moment when he came in contact with that small spark.

June did not prevent that fire from spreading all around and also within him because his only focus was completely directed towards the horizon of his memory line.