Can't take back

I thought long and hard about posting my absurd conversation with the Bass Player about whether or not we should get a goat for the apartment.  Just because it's Friday, and it was silly, and why not?  And then I realized that the conversation, like the goat idea itself, was always meant to fade into the welcoming abyss of Things Best Put Behind Us.

Someone recently described the past to me, and the all-too-human urge to Go Back, like this:

I thought that was very insightful.