"The mysterious voice of blood, which is silent for generations, or only utters a confused murmur, speaks, at rare intervals, a more intelligible language. In the general confusion race claims its own, and some forgotten ancestor asserts his rights...The great migrations from the tablelands of India, the descents of the Northern races, the Roman and Arab invasions have all left their marks. Instincts which appear bizarre have sprang forth from these confused memories, these echoes of distant countries and peoples...Hence, the impulses that causes a man to leave his luxurious life to bury himself in the steppes, the desert, the Pampas, the Sahara. A man goes to seek his brothers, even if the search brings him closer to only death."
~Theophile Gautier
