TWENTY-THREE and the struggle goes on. The struggle to grasp. As time brings more and more memories forward, the need to compose becomes inevitable. We survive, struggle, resile, then live, hope, make sense, project and inspire. Over and over again. Perhaps even indefinitely.

From genocide, we learn. Humanity is both deep and uncircumscribable. We live to explore and make meaning. And history teaches us two things: one, we are — or can be — alone; two, we are not alone.

Twenty-three and the story goes. To those who remain in grief and despair, no-one else but you can understand. Fear not to cry and strive to live fully. It is about time, and not as always.

For you are the light, stop looking for the light.

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