Humanism raises up the identity of the individual. It celebrates each life. Some believe that each time we wake up, life starts anew. Each moment is a unique identity, made up not of our history, or our future. Made not of what we are physically capable. Not of our dreams or goals. Each moment is made of the people, environment, emotions, objects, and words that exist then and just then. As we close our eyes at the end of the day, who we are will never be repeated. I can build a story that connects yesterday me, to tomorrow me. We can build a story that connects us to each other. Identity can lie in the thread or the moment, but the individual is no more, or less, a story than we are together. Fragile. Beautiful. New.
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