No, I'd say our entire lives are "defined" (assuming an entire life can even be defined) by what we do and how we affect others and the world.
That isn't all they have of us for the impact we have on others, even on those not especially close to us, creates more than only memories. By connecting with others, by all our actions and words, we change those we come into contact with. Some to a small degree, perhaps, but others can be transformed greatly.
We are a part of all we love, and all we hate.
2006-09-02 15:35:36
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answered by johnslat 7
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Life in essence is the 'now' for each one that ever grace this earth. Memories comes after. No, life isn't defined by memories but the paradox is it gives meaning to what was once.. a life for each one.
2006-09-02 22:51:37
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answered by Henr 2
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Your life is defined by you. Not others. And by your theory it wouldn't just be memories, it would be what other people thought of us, not just the memories they have of us, but by the judgments they pass, and the assumptions they make. If you want to have your life defined that way you go right ahead, I'll decide my own for myself.
2006-09-02 22:34:45
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answered by Anonymous
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Are lives are defined by what we make of them , our actions, and the memories we give to others,
2006-09-02 23:19:30
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answered by the_pi11ow 2
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No, because a) memories are affected by their point of view, and the experience, b) we are the only ones that carry all of our memories. Others only have bits and peices.
2006-09-02 22:35:51
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answered by snoweagleltd 4
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yes, i agree when people talk about heaven and hell i think that heaven would be those who die knowing that the people around them are having good memories of them so there happy. Now somebody who killed people his whole life will know while he is dieing that nobody has good memories of him so that is his hell knowing that his whole life was nothing.
2006-09-02 22:35:49
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answered by molly 1
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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
2006-09-02 22:52:26
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answered by Tom D 4
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Nope. penicillen saved my Mom's life before I was born..existence creates memories not the other way round.
2006-09-02 22:34:34
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answered by Anonymous
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reminds me of the old song from the who....
everything ive done has been done before...every sentence in my head, someone else has said,,,, and the end of my life is an open door.
2006-09-02 22:35:00
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answered by steelmadison 4
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