Thirty seven years ago and the influx of moments leading up to this one, my lulling days in utero came careening to an astounding finish. Buoyant weightlessness ebbed up against lapping,
discursive waves of muffled murmurs. Then, in a rush, space flowed and unfurled. A waterfall of pitch perfect sounds came forward through up, down, open space! Then first light and with-it unprecedented sensations. There now, a woman in a white lab coat or through virgin eyes, a waterfall of energy approaching. A spank and my lungs filled with something open and ebullient, air. Life comes online in a singularity for all of us. Since in my search for clarity art has been an indispensable friend.

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