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Prologue

I started writing this book in the months following the news that my partner Sara was pregnant with our first child Owen. 

Watching Owen come to life has been one of the deepest joys I’ve ever known. Every day he emerges just a little more. Every day he becomes a little more himself. Every day I get to know him a little more deeply. Every day I get to see him know himself a little more deeply.

I’ve watched him learn to control his body. I’ve watched him become more alert and aware of the world around him. I’ve watched him learn to take food from his mom, to coo with delight, and to get upset when I tell him “No, that’s enough cheese.” I’ve watched him learn to articulate his thoughts and emotions through language. I’ve watched him come to learn who I am, to get excited to see his grandparents and cousins, and to pick out his favorite book and insist on reading it five times in a row.

In many ways, Owen’s growth and development could not be more ordinary. Nearly every one of the billions of humans who have ever existed has gone through this same process or one similar. Nothing about his story is particularly unique or exceptional.

But at the same time, it could not be more extraordinary for me to witness Owen’s emergence unfold right before my eyes. It is not only one of the deepest joys I’ve ever known and ever will know, but one of the greatest mysteries. How does his body know to grow itself like that? How is it possible this wonder of life that smiles into my eyes and grabs onto my finger was just a cluster of cells? How did he come to think for himself, have his own personality and his own separate, unique self?

I can’t imagine something more worthy of my awe. Owen’s life reminds me every day how utterly strange and incredible it is that he, I, or any conscious, creative, emerging being exists at all.

This book springs from a simple thought: If Owen’s life is worthy of my awe, then so must be that of all humans. Their lives must all unfold in equally beautiful and mysterious ways. If I were their parent, I’d be just as mesmerized, just as in love. And if it’s true that all humans are astonishing and worthy of awe, then perhaps so is humanity itself. 

All too often, our view of our species is not one of awe, but of cynicism, despair, and shame. We believe we are sinners. We believe our bodies are ugly. We believe our very nature is ugly. We despise ourselves for our wastefulness and lack of care for one another and our planet. We lament that the generations before us were more wise, wholesome, and pure than we will ever be. 

We tell ourselves that the end of our species and the world as we know it is imminent. And we tell ourselves that we deserve it. We don’t just believe we aren’t capable of a better world; many of us believe we aren’t worthy of one. 

What if we looked at humanity itself with the same awe, compassion, and goodwill I have for Owen or any parent has for their child? What if we allowed ourselves to see humanity as a growing, emerging being that has just scratched the surface of its potential? What could we overcome, build, and dream up if we actually believed that we are capable and worthy of something better? 

What world might we create for ourselves if we believed that humanity is beautiful?

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