as ripples in the water, our past affects that which we live everyday.

Our experiences make us who we are, our life, our environment shapes our personality, and we basically reflect that which has caused our being to form, and to take form.

it interferes, and like it or not, we are judged by that which we have done, and our actions are sometimes just REactions, our choices (or lack of), influence what people see in us, and how they re-act.

We hear about never judging a book by it's cover, but do we ever do that?

As soon as we have some extra information on someone, we try to outhink them, to compose mental images of who they are and how they will react to stimuli.

our previous acquaintances will also shape who we know and how we come to know new people (or how we will be known by them).

and like a never resting ghost, our past haunts us, and seeks us out.

"Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
Making the green one red"

Our actions are etched unto our collective memory, and never, will we be allowed to forget that which we have done..

Judged, unyielding, we will live.