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So apparently today was the 21st second of the 21st minute of the 21st hour of the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century. That will happen again for 22 in 100 years… hopefully we take care of carbon emissions and build a world that can sustain humanity in a kinder way, otherwise calendars may no longer exist. But still, that’s kind of neat, right? Not the part about the course of self destruction that we’re on unless we change direction, the part about the 21s. I also started some new pages for my newest play, which is exploring the theme of the Break The Curse post I made a few weeks ago. It’s exploring the story of my Grandfather and how his story affects me, and how our collective stories affect one another, which is why I want to become The Great Storyteller. We need to tell better stories, not just accept the stories that have been written for us. Take back the narrative, or take it if we never had it in the first place. We need to do what we came here to do, and share it with the world.