I was reading a book recently, I believe it was Toni Morrison’s beloved, maybe it was the book before that. I can’t remember what the book was. But they were talking about how each person existed in their mother’s eggs, and then in their grandmother’s eggs and then their great-grandmother. It talks about how each of us traveled, like years and years before we were born. And I just thought that that connection is something I have never thought about before. And I thought it was cool to think about that because it’s true.