isn't that just beautiful to read, my mysterious namesake??!!

You've spoken wisely and soundly. We keep memories, like seashells in jars because they're defining moments in our exodus.

And I hope that these lovely, and sometimes painful seashells, got us well-defined in the end.

It's why I love watching people, as they are formed by their stories. For to know a soul, we must know their story. We must know what seashells rest in the bottom of their jar.