there was no doubt in his mind that he had been embedded in primordial sludge in long-forgotten time, had explored the infinitesimalness of being until at last he walked on evolved legs after eons onto land from dingy seas.The roar of air expelled from savage lungs fueled muscled limbs running in heated chase after frightened prey. Sweat and instinct speed over savannas into meadows of flourishing lands where life comes swiftly in search of nutrient-rich death to keep the cadence flowing.
Surface pain is placated by unseen streams of spirit tide, ebbing to the unseen symphony of cosmic expansion, giving way to the Great I Am, and the man who believed he was god knew instinctively that he was but a single unit in overall creation, a fractal of the singularity, a fragment of the one true God.
