for transformation are often the ones least able to escape themselves, and the noisy performance of change becomes both a declaration and a denial, an enactment of hope alongside an admission of its impossibility. To want to return is to admit loss; to believe in cycles is to accept that nothing is ever truly new. In the very act of mourning the old self and announcing the new, a person is forced to confront the impossibility of abandoning history, the way that every attempt at reinvention is built atop the bones of all previous selves. The ground is indifferent to this irony, but the human cannot help but notice, cannot help but narrate it, amplify it, make it the centrepiece of his drama and becomes both witness and spectacle, both mourner and celebrant, performing the farce of renewal even with the memory of every failed attempt. Only truth truly heals…

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