I think about this sometimes.

When I try to trace my origins back

Deep intro he recesses if my brain.

I go back farther and farther, trying to find an anchor to connect to,

So much so that I float up and out of myself. Out into the ether, up above the earth

Into the stars.

Just observing. Taking in the lives below me.

Disconnected.

But what about before this space?

Before the great blue marble and the stars around me?

Was it all light?

Was it only darkness?

Or maybe a time full of flexibility. The universe still forming itself. Swirling in an array or fun house mirrors.

Just as a concept begins to take a familiar shape, it morphs into another vision.