I miss my
humanity.
It what makes
us human after all.
And believe
there are still goodnesses from people.
Bring back my
humanity, I pray.
But is it
perhaps a different kind of humanity—pneumatikoi.
"For things when they are past are not dead to us, but live and
act upon our condition in a thousand ways. They live in memory and go to
compose all our knowledge and experience and wisdom, and they affect us with
repentance and remorse, or with joy and self-complacency, according to their
character of good or ill: they prepare us for the present by the habits they
engender and for that future by the resolutions to which they give birth."
—Edward Irving