I contribute my superpowers, simply to being able to remember infancy. Yes, as in visceral memories of being able to stand but not to walk. The memories stayed. Before the age of one, I knew where and what the dictionary was. In that small world, I was also very cognoscente of the fact that even if I knew every single word in that dictionary, it would not be enough to replace the type of communication I had to let go of in order to talk to big people. One’s first brutal realization. If we could remember, most questions would not be questions.
Our genetic memory is more packed and more powerful than we can imagine. I believe that all of the noise in our society is designed to dampen these inclinations. We have the power to bring our selves back to ourselves. No one can dictate that but ourselves. Knowing one’s self is key. We are the ones we have been waiting for.