"I thought to myself, that maybe our legs are thick because our ancestors had to be strong and close to the land, because our ancestors spent so much time on hunts or constantly on the move with the changing of the seasons. That maybe, just maybe, our ancestors needed legs like tree trunks to guide them through the land. I remembered that our arms fought rebellions and carried our babies while we worked. I remembered that our eyes are always small and crinkled because we know joy and laugh whenever the chance arrives."
A halfbreed’s reasoning:
"Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all of my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands."