Culture is just a shambling zombie that repeats what it did in life; bits of it drop off, and it doesn't appear to notice.
The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him... [from Macbeth]
Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.
There is no coincidence. Only the illusion of coincidence.
The world's a stage, & everything else is Vaudeville.
The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it.