Why is April feminine? I'm sure there is a historical, Hellenistic, reason.
When faced with a life choice, which will you choose?
Faced with images of a time gone by, a time not easily remembered, and you may see the ghosts of the past. Maybe not the past you are so easily associated with, but a past you are no doubt any less connected too.
Which further stresses a curious point. When do we say enough is enough? When do we see the bigger picture and realize that we live in, excuse the poor metaphor, a children's sandbox. That actions and events dramatically, and even not so dramatically taking place several thousand miles away from my seven year old self, have ramifications and reverberations in the world for my almost thirty year old self.
Then again maybe it's simply time to start the show.
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