Kinda a thought that pops into my head from time to time about if people that lived well before writing wanted to leave an eternal legacy and at best we see their remains dressed in ornaments.
It’s interesting to think that someone that lived 50k years ago paved a path for me in the sense that they probably exploded lands weren’t known to their tribe or human at the, found new edible plants, or maybe created a new tool.
Crazy to think that there’s billions of humans that I contributed to the life I have know and their names have long since been lost to time and that what I do today can still affect someone well into the future
I have a Geneology book that have the names of my ancestors that were alive circa 1200 CE… (like 20something generations ago)
But like… does that even matter?
Idk what they even did except like they village wrote a short summary of what that time was like but idk what their jobs were or their behavoirs, thoughts, philosophical beliefs, political beliefs, or maybe if they were just as toxic as my parents… I literally have no info on them other than their name… so does knowing the name of your ancestors even matter?
(Also its male ancestors only thats recorded in the geneology book… thanks, patriarchy 🤦♂️)