From Till I Come Marching Home...
His mind became spasmodically assailed with intermittent and increasingly vivid flashes of disturbing, nostalgic scenes and sounds, attended each time by a precursor of intense physical pain in his head. Finally, as these transient images persisted, their replication and extended their tenure of existence in his mind, he gradually began to discriminate their structure. Then, with seemingly sentient determination, they metamorphosed finally into some semblance of availability he could relate to, and realized they must somehow have been a consequential, if not vital link in the broken chain of his interrupted life!
Yes, he knew he was alive now! He knew he was a man! It was the eternal darkness he did not understand! But instinctively he knew these pictorial flashes were a psychic or spiritual message importuning him to reclaim an essence of great value that had once belonged to him and, still existing, could be his again, for the taking.
Progressively with each resurgent experience the accompanying physical pain diminished, to be superseded by a nostalgic echo in his empty heart, and an escalating resolve to recapture his memory and secure the substance of this lost beauty that seemed so dear to him.
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