The Birth

I feel my soul before I come to know it.

A scintilla of light attuned to the vibrations of previously perceived emptiness. I am unaware of the friction that originated this spark, however, the comfort surrounds me as a mother's amauti engulfs her child that if I should truly seek this causation of origin I would arrive in it's understanding with an ovation of wisdom. A dance lasting forever, and never...

I arrive at trial in the contact world, it is a wonder beyond linguistical elucidation. An exchange of handshakes accompanied by many faces introduce themselves by their inherent names, Distraction. The algorithms of my mind and senses are stored derivatives of the ancestors that escorted DNA to this vessel, thereupon my soul's understanding of these introductions yields expanding obligation and reconstruction.

The anamnesis of this soul is fruitful yet the guidance in this plane is intertwined with an intricate web of corruption by way of misunderstanding, collecting struggling souls weaving themselves deeper into the fabric only to reach the understanding that no arachnid dwells in the corner.

The wisdom is lost on the widow that weaves the web yet fails to enshrine the mind.

As my time in the sun decreases I grow to remember these forces and faces as they introduced themselves, for they were honest from the beginning. My understanding elevates, furnishing a new story primed for exploration and further construction. As I traverse this Gaia based labyrinth honeycombed with fallible presets and spurious reasoning formed through environmental influences these inhabitants call 'the mind,' I am careful of my footing as I restring the rusted chords for un-strummed thoughts to sing.

Once again I am born...