In a quest to discover ourselves, we oftentimes reflect upon who we are and how we came to be. During this time we seek resemblance or some form of likeness not only in ourselves but also of those around us. We look to our parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents as our starting point. This need to identify ourselves in light of our ancestors fills an inward void , a penetrating raw emotion that guides our hearts and minds for such self identity but is it necessary?
How much better do we feel once we begin to discover more about our predecessors spiritually, intellectually, and physically? For starters, where do begin and how far back in time must we search?
What if we lack knowledge or other resources needed in order to do so?
Is it even possible to fill this void? How then will we ever gain a true understanding of who we are?
Are “we the people” automatically doomed if we fail to meet this need?
These are just some of the questions many Americans give thought to, in particularly, those who did not arrive in the New World by any desire or choice of their own.
So without further ado, let’s S.I.P?