And there are never really endings…

#guestpost written by Aaron Boluwatife The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, have brought me again,  Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous;  My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for reasons, most wondrous;  Existing, I peer and penetrate still,  Content with the present—content with the past… Walt Whitman  The cyclical nature of life is a concept that explains how every event in history is a repetition that...