Where does it all begin?
That eternal nagging question of what was before I remember remembering?
There is the seed and there is the tree. Yet what comes first the seed or the tree? And does that even matter at all?
Isn’t there something before the seed? A mystery beyond our poking and measuring? A spark that ignites into being and life? A spark that becomes seed, imbues seed, consumes seed, and becomes root and leaf, transforms into tree, and in turns becomes spark for the next cycle of becoming and being.
What am I but a spark? Drifting in the darkness captured inside the dust of dead stars. Bond by gravity and weak quantum attractions to molecules and masses. What am I? Why am I?
Where do I go when it ends?