Once there was a very wise woman who knew the value of her memories. She treasured them so much that they were carefully kept secure in a little box tied to a silver chain, anchored in the deepest of seas.
One day (a day like any other), this dear woman could not find her way back to her treasure box... and she became so very distressed. "What will become of me if I do not have my memories?" she wept.
Just then, three angels appeared before her: one from the past, one from the present and one from the future. In their hands were beautiful pearls, each.
The angel from the past brought the blanched white pearls of pure times.
The angel of the present bore flesh colored pearls, which shone with life itself.
The angel of the future had pearls a darker and mysterious color - for these were the memories not yet illumined by fact.
"Wear these" they said, "and remember also, we are never far away."