My hindsight needs glasses

Reconstruction begins with assessment. A gauge of where to begin and what is left. Shaken to the foundation, we must start there, but the foundation remains. The blueprints are imbedded in memory. We remember how we built the first one. We remember every mistake and every inadequacy. We remember even more vividly, its destruction and plummet toward the solid ground below. In the process of reconstruction we attempt to avoid the same errors, but they are part of us. Unconsciously, sometimes even consciously, we incorporate the past into the future. We see it coming and watch it happen. Ideals of perfection were left in the brainstorm.

So we build and we hope. We hope that someone will love it for all of its flaws. Not that the flaws will go overlooked or unnoticed. Simply loved.