At the same time, as long as we have breath, there is still hope.

While stuff can be undone, it can be dismantled, and redone. There was a wall separating East and West Germany, I imagine at one point there was a thought "this can't be undone.

And I keep pointing to 2020. Did you think in 2020 that you could get most people to wear a mask, to voluntarily shut down businesses and stay home? That you could get people to stand in line for an eighth-month developed experimental vaccine?

Things can't be undone?

If someone loses a leg to diabetes do you tell them life is over? No, you fit him for a prosthetic leg, teach him to transfer from a wheelchair to the toilet, and hopefully make some better dietary decisions with their life.

Things can be redone, and sometimes the price for the truth is losing something.

The die may be cast, but does that mean we have to accept the roll? The dice were loaded.

The immigrants are already here. That's like saying "call it a day, the bathroom is flooded." Water can be soaked up and relocated to the shower drain. Please do not mistake that I am saying aliens are like "unwanted bathroom water." Just know, that just because they are here, means they will stay here.