tracing the unborn I

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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.

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