There's an age-old dictum that says, "Those who forget history are condemned to repeat it."

Surely, I have not forgotten the event. Surely I have not forsaken my life's history. Yet, worse than forgetting is watching people forget and, thus, fall to condemnation.

If only they would listen. If only they would look at me frantically waving, signalling them of a dead end. But no. They choose to go on their way. What, then, should I do God?
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