Intuition is not memory, rather hunch, resulting from what has been experienced and cannot be put into direct language. Everything that has been read in books, watched in films, enters into the human. You just can't nail it down so directly, that's the beauty of it. :) A wide space to devote oneself to the philosophical questions of existence, when the belly is nourished and the hearth fire is warm.
Sometimes the dance around the fire would certainly be much more direct and the cutting of an umbilical cord the clearly more sensual experience, only, we have run these times out of their space.
So, I can only read from those times and experiences. Which is the second beauty.
Great title picture, by the way. LOL