I’ve imagined that scenario on the back of a napkin—an instant reset button for the mind. It feels like a miracle, but it’s also a Pandora’s box. Imagine wiping out the scarred memory of a loss, but also erasing the wisdom it gave you. It’s a promise of peace, a curse of forgetting who you were before the hurt. We’ll keep tinkering, but I always worry that the price of forgetting might be losing the very things that make us human.