We are a collection of those who have come before and we are an amalgamation for those who come after. We cannot be summed up in words that are made up of only letters for we do not make sounds that are only heard, they are felt, they are remembered, they are pondered and explored after they have been uttered to be uttered once again by those around us, by those before us, by those after us.
We cannot begin to comprehend what we are, and yet, in some ways, we know exactly what we are and who we are for we know where we came from, we remember our past, we hold onto to it, whether it remains hidden in our subconscious or we actively explore it, it remains within us and that is what makes us whole.
(thought about chopping this up into a poem, but decided to leave it as it was written.)
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