The word comes from southern Africa. But the truth it carries is older and wider than any single language. It appears in the Rumi's poetry and the Sikh Gurus' lives. In the Kabbalists' repair work and the Taoists' effortless action. In Buddhist restraint and Thomistic participation. In the Sufi's submission and the Animist's listening. Different traditions. Different centuries. Different metaphors for the same shape: the self cannot cohere alone. The "we" is not optional. Coherence is relational all the way down. Ubuntu is not new wisdom. We are always rediscovering it because we keep forgetting it. And each time we remember, it feels like discovery—when really, we've just stopped pretending we don't already know.