it seems strange to think that time heals. What exactly is it healing? Is it a balm of sorts? Or are we just forgetting, with enough events and people interspersed in between the bad time and the now time, that the bad doesn't seem so bad anymore?
How do we learn? Preventing the bad from happenning again, requires remembering the bad, reliving it, daily, like a pill. There ways of living in which we don't have to concern ourselves with remembering evils done, but simply live an existance where water rolls down stream, and trees grow straight and tall, and the sun rises and sets.
Here there is no learning, it is doing, breathing, coding, building, but learning happens anyway. And the balm of time feels like icy-hot, and smiles become a treasure.
these are times to live and these are places to begin never forgetting, never remembering. Be.