We all came from the mud. Collective humanity. But we allow these meaningless differences to separate us. Language, culture, skin color. It is all meaningless in the face of infinite space and time. We do not owe anything to bones, to dust, to our so called ancestors. We owe to each other in the here and the now. Shouldn't that mean more than rituals of the past, than boundaries both abstract and artificial? Shouldn't we care more for the humanity of each of us?