ancestral lines cannot be broken. without them there is no childhood. Without them there can be no right dreams. The river flows, it is continually changing, continually moving, yet it is always a river. Now, before, after. As such, so it is the line from you to your ancestors, for outside the physical there is an unbroken thread. IT CANNOT BE SEEN, YET CAN BE FELT. You may call it a déja-vu, an unconscious sense of familiarity about a certain place or circumstance. You may call it a certain yearning for certain foods, for certain experiences, for a certain type of person. you may call it your “nature”.

Bill Viola – note – february 19, 1977

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