It’s a natural human reaction to lay your hand on your chest when you feel something in your soul. I think about all that goes on inside our own human experience–the love, longing, doubts, confidence, self-worth, frustration–it all happens from our perspective and the unique lives we live, by choice and circumstance. I was looking at photos of my ancestors thinking about this, and my gaze landed on their chest, imagining them putting their own hand on it in a moment of aliveness. And suddenly I saw it, their vast, unique human experience contained in the universe of their perspective, just with a gaze upon their chest. We are all navigating this mystery of life. And though it can feel like a singular experience, none of us are alone in the mystery.