Sixteen Each time we open our eyes in the world we all currently live in, one with a functioning society and a flurishing population, every single one of us sees at least one person a day. That minimal amount is almost always surpased by the dozens, and each face that we see makes an impact. Never again can we say we have never seen that person. If they happen to be memorable or maybe even famous, a memory is made that will never disappear. Once the invisible perimeter of familiarity is permiated, that person is now known to you. You ask a name, say a hello, exchange a glance, whatever. That person is now and forever a part of your past, a part of your life. Isnt it amazing when you think of all the people you know? And when i say know, i mean, can fathom. I am speaking of anyone who in any way rings a bell. How many names sound familiar? How many faces spark a light in your memory? Immeasurable right?Opposite knowledge is intimacy. How many people whom you have intimacy with  is not immeasurable .They say the average human has a magic capacity for intimacy. 16. 16 people. Studies show that every person has the ability, unless some physical disablility inables them, to store information, memory, feelings, associations at a deep level for 16 people. Most often these include family, a friend, and people of inpact. But then i always wonder, when i become intimate with another, who gets the boot? Let's say i develop a new friendship one summer and learn the ins and outs of one individual. They are added to my 16. But i can only take 16, not 17, so someone who was onnce in my inner circle steps out. Do i begin to forget things about them, loose feelings for them, change my veiw of them? Its almost enough to make me not want to meet anyone new for fear of the threat they pose to one of my inner 16. Maybe i am just like a Holiday Inn, 16 rooms for only those with the highest bid....i apologize to whomever gets the boot. just thoughts.....later
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