My Ancestors

I find some things quite weird. For instance, I was quite intrigued to realize that one time decades ago my mother carried me in her arms and then she put me down, and then never ever picked me up again.

Picking me up and putting me down was an unremarkable action up to that time—she’d done that hundreds of times before—but she did not realize that that was the last time she would ever do so. She put me down that one last time and never picked me up in her arms again.

That’s something that must certainly have happened to you as well: that last time when your mother fed you, or bathed you, or dressed you. And then she never did it again.

But of course, we didn’t know at that time when it happened or precisely when it happened. Simple logic forces us to conclude that it did happen someday but now we don’t know when.

I have had ancestors, as we all must have had. That’s an unremarkable fact. What astounds me is that my ancestors were around for all of the history of the universe. Let me take small steps to express my astonishment. Continue reading “My Ancestors”