A gaze around, a thought -- never been this close to the other tribes before.. necessity.. the comfortable curves that I know so well, my tribe, the eyes, the face, the arms, all comforting.. and now, the more distant relatives.. the thin Gupta with their hooded eyes, the pygmy, big-eyed Tscali who we always think look like children.. the skeletal Dwali.. And now, to survive, we embrace them, though we know it to be against the way of the ancestors. Turn your eyes as you weep, for this is the only way.