When we think of our ancestors, the faces we see in the mind's eye are often misleading. Our inherent need for comfort makes us imagine people just like us. It instills a sense of belonging; a feeling that we are rooted where we stand. But if one was to look far enough back in time, it becomes immediately apparent that nothing could be further removed from the truth. Bloodlines of history paint a picture of a tree with never-ending branches stretching across skin tones, traditions, beliefs, and purposes. We aren't who we think we are. Our roots are more complex than a few generations of written surnames on bureaucratic records. Just ask the crow. He's always been a part of these stories; silently watching the truth of the human tree evolve across millennia. And in moments as fleeting as a flash of lightning, we too get a glance at our ancestral truth, and the complexity does make us really rather beautiful.
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