Where we have come from has absolutely no bearing upon where we are capable of going.

Why do the pictures come out square when the lens is round??

"Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: these, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe." ~Hamlet

But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall, then I think we would see the beauty. Then we would stand, staring in awe, at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.