We all know what it’s like to run into someone we haven’t seen for ages, someone from way back in the past. We’ve all felt the flush of deep embarrassment as we've reminisced with them and they bring up something that we’ve said, or worn, or done. At that point, every fibre of our being longs to cry out, “That’s who I was … it’s not who I am!” That’s when we recognise the seemingly inescapable power of a past that claims to define us. 

The past is the most pervasive of the identity thieves that we all wrestle with: What I’ve done, what my family has done, what my tribe has done...