When the world was created it was not built brick by brick like a house. It folded into reality and unfolded into being and sucked and spluttered and rejoiced and fell into consciousness. All the tiny pinpricks of our natal being were spun out across time. They still are. We are not just here. We are everywhere. In the brief moment of conscious being that we call a lifetime, we have the slimmest of chances to experience the profound source of our being through the focus of our human frame.