WE ARE AS WE BEGAN

From birth they surround you, adoring every gesture, their eyes fixed in wonder as your smallest breath becomes a miracle.

You, swaddled in serenity, sense without knowing that you belong to something vast — a circle older than memory, larger than comprehension.

Years pass. Bonds form. Siblings grow beside you, their laughter and their shadows woven into the fabric of your becoming.

But closeness breeds its own storms. Competition rises, sharp and unrelenting, as desire outpaces reason and ambition drowns out gentler truths.

Harsh words are spoken. Cruel deeds take root — acts that should never have been born yet somehow find their way into the world.

Still, the bonds of kin are not easily severed. Flesh and blood do not forget their origin. Beneath the wounds, beneath the anguish, beneath the unspeakable…

We are as we began

We are immutably one

We are family — and this truth must never be forgotten

Sapientia super discordiam praevaleat

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