F. Scott Fitzgerald, whom I am rereading via his "Great Gatsby," said "Forgotten is forgiven." What an interesting posit. I like FSF, and I want to agree with him, but at first blush I don't know that I do. I will have to think on it more.

Forgiveness, as a word and a concept, tends to get bunged up a bit with matters of faith and its constant companion, the supernatural, and that bores me. But forgiveness among humans, of ourselves and others ... now *that* interests me. What does forgiveness look like, feel like, taste like? How do we know this intangible juggernaut exists at all? That's a discussion of another feather, and there are hundreds of takes on it. I rather like this one: "When you forgive, you in no way change the past - but you sure do change the future." (Bernard Meltzer, whoever that was/is)

I'll come back and muse at length later.