These tribes believe that people who are born without hearing their birth song soon struggle throughout their lives, because they are untethered and don’t comprehend where and how they fit in the world.*
Jacqueline Freeman

In addition, we humans can influence our evolution by the environments we construct and the choices we make; our evolution is not just a matter of chance.**
Steven Hayes

There was no birth song
sung over the traveller,
Not by their mother,
Nor their family –
None had been caroled over them at their beginnings,
They did not know this was even a thing –
And so it came to pass that the traveller set out
upon their journey bereft of soul melody.

For many years the traveller journeyed ,
Often silent, though
sometimes humming
a delightful tune, or
an earworm of a lyric fixing them upon
some unconsidered possibility, until
the insistence of the everyday ordinary meant these
would slip away, and the silence return.

Occasionally, they would come upon others
who were singing a full melody, prompting
the longing to find their own song –
One full of hope and telling tales
of exploit and meaning;
The more they allowed this desire the day,
The longer the tune and more the lines,
Until they had captured a song for the journey.

Perhaps the universe had gifted this,
Or maybe it was god,
But in singing it they knew themselves
a troubadour, that
life is for finding the song, and
maybe the richest of ballads come
with time and openness and
ceaseless wandering.

*Jacqueline Freeman’s Song of Increase;
**Steven Hayes’ The Liberated Mind.