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December 17, 2020
We walk into the face of it. Can we see it? Do we want to see it? Is it true to us? Will we be absorbed and forgotten? Shall this enterprise be pushed under the rug? Must we pretend it doesn't exist? Are we so keen on erasing ourselves? The face of it is real. It is our legacy, our reality, our morphing truth on a wheel that turns despite our desires to stop it. There's no stopping it. The value is diminishing where we place value. Our value, unknown to us, stays comfortably situated between our truth and lies.