Every day I start over. With every breath I'm a different person. If I believe in a collective consciousness, then everything else changes, too. I broke my arm once. Broke my nose once, too. I've broken my heart a hundred times and it could happen again I suppose.
Write what you know. That's what they tell you. Well, of course you write what you know. It would be an even dumber waste of time for me to write about astrophysics... in Italian.
I wrote about my broken nose once. Seems that I'm doing it again.