Chapter 4; confused yet. 

How do you know what’s right and wrong? Do you make it up, based upon a false set of criteria that you created, but really others created, because you have no knowledge to clear your mind and ask it anything openly and honestly. They say, open your heart to free your mind, I still don’t know who ‘they’ are but if I ever find out, I got a lot of questions to a lot of the things “they say”. I say, things were much simpler before all this, but don’t wish for ignorance, wake up to the truth. And the truth is....

How do you know what is right and what is wrong? And what is the purpose of progress, or is there such a thing? Things seem good and things seem bad, how can we objectively judge something? Maybe we can’t, and therefore rather then seeking someone else’s right or wrong, we should try to develop our own subjective sense of what is right and wrong. A healthy sense of personal preferences while honoring diversity. Is there universal objective truth? Rationalists and irrationality. Ethics and morals. 
It appears as though it is all in the form of context. Which this specifically is the context of my life, or my story that I am unfolding and trying to understand. That’s what it was, a billion thoughts racing through my mind, fighting for importance. Which of this is worthy of writing and remembering, and which should be merely passed by as thoughts. That’s the problem with selective memory and remembering. I forget too, which helps, but not for the purposes expressed here within these pages. This is a story to remind you.
So the first thing I can remember is this is the Autobiography of Youme, and everything has its’ place. I come here to this spot to remember. What do I remember, let’s see? I started this quest a long time ago, who knows, maybe ages ago. The point is, that I have moved and changed as is the nature of existence and the temporality of being in this material plane, but already with my words, I cut and dissect and insert assumptions all over the place.
Remembering to Remember.
      Forgetting not to forget.