Memories ma be verifiably truthful or not whatever that might be taken to mean, but in the experience of a spontaneous memory you find not only that it is the 'first person' and has emerged seamlessly out of a latent and well-understood personal history, but that it is alive, in that its subject is a full presencing. It is not merely an assemblage of recalled details, but a fully inhabited presence. It is experienced in the present tense. The only difference is that the presentness of the memory is contained within itself, it does not stretch forward to a future for completeness, nor does it take off from a too settled past. It is present as only present, without longing or regret, and so essentially without anxiety. Is that why it becomes a sort of impossible spiritual model for this present for which these riders are inescapable?