I write 27-01-44 when asked for my date-of-birth, yet the Life that took ‘first breath’ that day was never born.
It’s not exactly rocket science to come to this conclusion; one just follows the tracks of the genealogists a little further than the norm.
Where did the Life that animates this breath have its beginning?
How can I claim it began in this body-mind cocoon, fruit of the sexual activity of two other body-mind cocoons, whose unique genetic and phylogenetic imprints were systematically combined and passed on? Or was it in the imprints of their parents? Or their grandparents? Or their great-grandparents?
The Life that animates each one of us harks back to the first cell-division. We share ancestry. We go back to the One. We share – we are – Creation’s initial impulse to forge the miracle of existence from the void.
Time to put down the pen; this is all starting to sound too Biblical for a baby-boomer.