Suddenly the answer hit me - - We are everything we have ever done in our past, the good, bad, ugly, indifferent - it's all there. Can't dodge it, well short of a sharp concussion or some really groovy meds.

The past may haunt but the choice still remains - just like that poem from a sweaty tooth madman :) in "O Me O Life" to remember the answer given to the to the endless trains of the faithless:
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Now for the hard part - the question was a burden for others, the answer is has now become mine.
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