Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.
– Linda Hogan
You are the result of the love of thousands. I love that. If we imagine humanity in four dimensions we might see a long worm of DNA manifesting in the multitudes, changing, aquiring, individual experience distilled into genetic memory, winding itself through our entire history.