I once heard of a small town in England which had a Protestant church whose members, without knowing why, turned to the right after entering it. Later workmen tore down the old interior right wall and uncovered an even older Catholic altar. Although the building’s earlier history had been forgotten, behaviours survived over time. We’re all like that. We have sensibilities we carry forward, often without knowing where they came from. Somewhere through distant family lines, events we never knew of echo down into all of us.