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what matters is that though the past informs the present to the nth degree, we are still born anew every second. and though the farther we progress down this path the more determined our options seem to become, destroying all this and recreating our lives and this world as we choose is still possible. everything that has ever been with us is still here, the earth and our bodies hold all that has been, all that can and will be. breathe into this. history is your flesh. no escaping it. but it's unbearable lightness, the infinity of possibilities, not a weight of past failures. our roots are our wings. one and the same.