I am a real human. I am made of people. Live, dead, real, imaginary, personal or distant, people brought me to life and make up for most of the livelihood of this world i live in. Beyond the mystery of bloodline causality, the formative, transformative and enriching features of family, become to certain degree, features of our own. I am versions of my mother, my father and my brother, all within my self. To them i owe a great deal of who i am. Love :)

Human exceptionalism apart, i must share that, i am enigmatically blessed for the people that cross or have interacted, intentionally or not, with my small little world.

A word of praise seems fitting.