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To put it simply, I think we are the product of both the here and now, and the dreams and grievances of those who came before us, and some who have yet to come. But nothing and no one ever recurs exactly as they were. There is nothing in this world that suggests to me we should be eternal even if we could be.
Said in more poetic terms, there is no thing that the tides do not ultimately pull apart - but everything stays in those waters, a little of which is deposited on the shore with the next wave.
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