Isn't it exciting to feel history? It's in our blood. Not just yours and mine, but everyone's. I love to trace the movement of peoples across the world and across time.
We are all connected, if we go far enough back. It's comforting to me to think that my life is anchored in a long line of people, that I'm not an isolate. I'm part of a fabric. It makes life more meaningful.
We are 'mutts', indeed, and I celebrate that complicated ancestry. My one regret is that as I trace the different lines of my family tree the record goes cold at a certain point. Think of all those ancestors back during the plague, the Napoleonic Wars. The mini Ice Age. Maybe even slavery. Think of what they survived, and here we are :))
Thanks for that great comment. Let's hope we have better days ahead.
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