I'm not good at dates the way some people are good at dates. I seem to remember an occurence by the dress I wore more than the year. If someone were to ask me when I moved to Iowa, I suppose I can figure it out, yet I don't know the date. Some people know dates for this and dates for that that without blinking an eye.
Yet there are some dates, as the date comes around, that I always remember. I remember the date my father died. I remember that my brother Sid was born on May 1, my sister Eleanor on August 31, my sister Sylvia on November 7, and my beloved brother Bennie on May 22. I never forget these dates. And, yet, what is the significance? Why do I fill my mind with these dates, and forget things that I need to remember?
There are some dates I may forget for years and years, and then, when the date rolls around, I seem to remember.
This year I suddenly remembered that I was married on May 3rd. And, although May 5 has not yet arrived, I remember that, when I was quite young, a nephew of mine died at the age of six on his actual birthday, May 5. I remember that I was taken in to see him for the last time. I do not recall that I had any emotion about his death or caring or anything at all, and, yet, the date stays with me. What makes dates so powerful! Or so unforgettable? Or birthdays?
The Heavenletter that was written down this morning was about numbers. This Heavenletter did not deal with the subject of dates, and, yet, I am left pondering them.
This Heavenletter begins:
The Earth revolves around the Sun. In the world, these revolutions are counted, yet the Earth itself and the Sun that shines do not count. The Sun beholds the Earth but does not count its revolutions. The Sun is so full, what would it count, and what would be the point of it?
What is the significance of dates? And why are they so unforgettable?