permanent

To recklessly excuse a failure is to believe that I__e effectively erased it from the story of my life, when I__e actually imprinted it in indelible ink.

In each generation, there is this certain wisdom of the ages that gets reburied in the fleeting drivels of modernity; then, like a diamond in the rough, it is yet again unearthed by a very small minority who not only restores it, but also polishes it and presents it as something new, something highly valuable and refreshing as understood by the current.