Breathe

This tells of the beginning.

First light. The first moment of awareness.

Also the most absolute moment of awareness.

Are your blues my yellows? Are my reds your greens? Everything, all axiomatic constants, all basic laws governing your own universe are created. It's the only universe you will ever know.

The first instant of consciousness makes you fall in love with the world. You cannot help it, for anything that induces so much unbelievable and overwhelming emotion in you is love. It is true love at first sight.

And, just as every love has its own flavour, in that moment, you taste your own flavour of your love for your universe...and it will stay with you forever.

Here we speak of birth, and of definition.

In that moment, we are us, our absolute selves, because we have not yet learned how to be anything else.

We may forget this moment of self-realisation, soon, sometimes to remember it much later, sometimes not, sometimes to repeatedly forget...but here, in this instant, it is made.

'I am henceforth defined as me.'

This is the one single string of consciousness that runs through us, if we are lucky enough to be born alive...this is the very same that ran through the boy we will soon become friends with, the boy who cries out, even as we look on at the moment, from the shock of his new and overwhelming love, his consciousness, now...the boy who will later be named by those responsible for his creation (in the way that spark-plugs are responsible for the moving of your car), for the sake of quick reference and convenience among an intelligent social species...as Dot.