The Organ and the Eggs Memories are neither stories nor true stories but something in between that emerges to become submerged again, its confirmations turning into suspicions. Augustine said that memories are the presence of things past. But if the past could speak directly, it might challenge the truth of memories because that presence would have changed the past to fit contemporary needs. And if you want to search for truth because it must be somewhere, it would be in the changes. Soothing or terrifying, they might be as imaginary as resurrection in the flesh; and as seductively deceptive.