I don't think of
as memory per se. Rather than seeing it as "time," I see it as
beyond time,
outside of time.
I've described experiencing
as a warehouse full of moving images that splice together. The material in there does not need to be limited to my personal set of memories--that's way too constraining and thus possibly even counter to
, which is unrestrained. I also feel it to be cool and distant and not exactly sentimental, the way personal memory might be. Rather,
includes personal unconscious material and the stuff of the collective unconscious.
As I mature, I can make better use of the collective, as I have mapped or catalogued more of the material available to me.
I can intuit my way into history and meaning via pattern-matching. It's not a timeline approach to history. It's actually a way of cheating time by traveling internally via nexuses that route much differently than linear time and memory in the everyday sense.
And it moves forward, too.