From that welter of memories which I can tap at will, patterns emerge. They are
like another language which I see so clearly The social-alarm signals which put
societies into the postures of defense attack are like shouted words to me. As
a people. you react against threats to innocence and the peril of the helpless
young. Unexplained sounds, visions and smells raise the hackles you have
forgotten you possess. When alarmed, you cling to your native language because
all the other patterned sounds are strange. You demand acceptable dress because
a strange costume is threatening. This is system feedback at its most primitive
level. Your cells remember

-The Stolen Journals