Ken confesses he has the memory of a goldfish, and is alway forgetting things, both important and unimportant. But something he saw on the roadside one day stuck with him, and put him face-to-face with the reality of this world.

How many of these moments go by that don’t stick in our minds? How many things that call up big questions about our own lives just fly away?

What’s the difference between a moment sticking and a moment flying away?