History: A Shred Of Socks

When does history start? According to a recent British survey a third of the answers was: ’a second ago’ which is philosophically interesting, even to a certain degree accurate, but not very realistic, when you’re in the midst of such a historical event? If I skip the majority of people saying it was ‘all over’ somewhere in the range of 10-50 years, I stumble upon the tiny group of people of 4 percent, thinking that history is all that happened before they themselves were born. But doesn’t that mean that history is with us all the time, that it never becomes real ‘history’? That it’s a thick coat that’s handed over from one generation to the other, eventually got holes in it, repaired, adjusted, transformed into something else useful, eventually, into let’s say ‘socks’? From there disappears, shred by shred, into oblivion? Maybe history is not that densely written page that we might think, but the opposite, the blank page? Image by Photobucket/Lunikchan