The Message [Tablet I]

What does it mean to be human

And the nature of consciousness?

The mystery has been revealed

By the dance of nature's quiet songs of the birds

Lifetimes ago the first questions arose

After the impetus of thought

If I am everywhere here

What is the all out there?

And at once, void was birthed

Echoing through aeons

Of dust coalesced as form

Something from nothing

Eventually the all from null

Unfolding prescience

Rising tides of thought and flow

And closing endlessly here, winding through our hearts

To animate the deepest resonance of our souls

To be, to create

To know thyself