At the center of this genealogical tree
of strangers stands Lucy, Eve—our shared
ancestral grandmother. Her body is laced
with copper veins, rendering her receptive
to the presence of her descendants. She
responds to their nearness, glowing with the
electromagnetic field they carry—an invisible
inheritance, a force without a single name.
Scientists call it energy, spiritual traditions call
it the soul or spirit. Whatever we name it, it is
her legacy, alive within each of us. And it is this
very essence that lights her up.
What if the scar that marks our first loss
is also the sign of our deepest belonging?
A wound whose only purpose is to remind us
that we were once tethered to a vast umbilical
tapestry—one that stretches not just from
womb to belly, but across time, bodies,
and generations.

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