Nautilus:
Anybody you can name from ancient
history is in your family tree.
You are of royal descent, because
everyone is. You are of Viking descent, because everyone is. You are
of Saracen, Roman, Goth, Hun, Jewish descent, because, well, you get
the idea. All Europeans are descended from exactly the same people,
and not that long ago. Everyone alive in the 10th century who left
descendants is the ancestor of every living European today, including
Charlemagne, and his children Drogo, Pippin, and, of course, not
forgetting Hugh. If you’re broadly eastern Asian, you’re almost
certain to have Genghis Kahn sitting atop your tree somewhere in the
same manner, as is often claimed. If you’re a human being on Earth,
you almost certainly have Nefertiti, Confucius, or anyone we can
actually name from ancient history in your tree, if they left
children. The further back we go, the more the certainty of ancestry
increases, though the knowledge of our ancestors decreases. It is
simultaneously wonderful, trivial, meaningless, and fun.
Well! Goodness
gracious. What are we to do?
We're
all of us Christian, Muslim and Jew
and Buddhist,
animist and Hindu, too,
and Chinese and
French and Native American
and, in addition, we're all sub-Saharan?
The Math says genetically we are a stew?
There's no
discreet “me”? There's
no discrete “you”?
One single clan
causes all wobbles?
Put history down
to family
squabbles?
Despite whatever
we say or think,
we're in this together?
(Nudge-nudge, wink-wink.)
How could this be?
Math, surely you jest.
Remember the motto
on our family crest?
Whatever — FOR EV-ER! —
delenda est.
[updated 1/29/2019 10:07 am]