Let me be more specific. Let us say a woman weds a Vietnamese, and gives forth issue, then weds a German Catholic and gives forth issue, and then weds an Orthodox Jew and gives forth issue. Those siblings now share in the heritage of each, through the common fund of blood of the mother. Even though the German has not a drop of Jew nor Vietnamese in his genes, the web has been woven. The wyrd is binding. You cannot separate me from my brothers and sisters, both literally, and through extension, metaphorically.
Whether issue or no, love is always an exchange of blood. What I love, writ small or large runs through my veins, too. Heterogenealogy connects us. It does not separate us. It allows us to explore how wide our connections really are. It invites us to investigate and embrace the mongrel within, for have been tribes' tendrils woven ever since the first dawn of days.
Let us hear 'dominant' and 'recessive' through the ears of music, a dynamic strain in a symphony full of many chords and polyphonics. One tradition may indeed lead any one of us. Very well, let it lead, but there are many guests at the table. Let them also be honored. Let toasts be raised to the guests and their kin.
Let us never forsake those whom love has brought us, atomizing them not, but loving, in whatever full struggle love truly means, that matrix which bore them forth into our arms. What made them possible to be let us love; and if we must grapple, let us grapple, and if we must let go, let us let go. The bonds of love stay true.
There is no such thing as a half-sibling. A half-sibling is a whole sibling. The beloved is all the beloved.
You may see this frith-weaving in the Ing symbol, which in its expanded form sews together two threads, just as the helices of DNA, and in its compact form shows the unity of that union which has been effected. This Ing appelation belongs not just to Freyr, but is a patronymic passed down to all who are beloved of him, and who live that love, frith-weaving, that Frey and Freya represent. Thus the Ynglings at heart are those who weave frith between tribes, found no greater expression than that Yngling Odr, Frey's beloved brother-in-law, whose rich macramed genealogy Hyndla sang to Freya. Odr is the soul. We have risen up through this genetic matrix to tie together tribes in frith, and wed our way towards Love herself.
This gives the lie to racialism, which tries to play a symphony as a monotone. Let us call in the fortes in our song, indeed, but no bad spell shall dispel the wonder of the rippling harmonics giving depth to our strong song.
