- “… – Stay back! She has BLUE EYES!”
- ” – I always had BLUE EYES!”
All my relatives by blood have blue eyes; different shades, but all of them stay in the blue, bright blue and grey-blue spectrum.
In my childhood, none of the relatives were interested in me or show me warm family-like feelings. Maybe it existed in my very very far past but now in my age, I don’t remember any. Moreover – many were hurt by the same feeling: not interest. Cold blood, empty heart, obsession with your own pain – we have in common. A long line of DNA mutations of our bloodline made me as I am now, and many times I survived by a miracle, multiple times miracle because other bloodlines didn’t let me disappear. They needed me because I was a pool of the DNA fragments that looks very much like theirs but in a slightly different combination, and because that made them feel worthful and comfortable in some sense.
By helping someone else who looks very different from you to survive makes you feel peace with the universe.
It is like praying for the whole world that was made by God, for those who believe in your God. The comfort of the blue-eyed Egregore.