2024-06-01 - [1.1] the rest was silence ...

In the beginning was the World, and the world was everything and had no borders and no boundaries. There was no light, no shade, no passing of time. It was nothing and also infinite.

Quietly and efficiently, cells pulsed and multiplied and clustered and coalesced. This too is life (the word for world is life?) Not sentience yet - just the semblence of a future dream. Shadows of the future, shadows of the past. And time begins, measured in the division of cells.

The rhythms of life are a slow steady beat, the warm tides of the inner world, an impulse to grow.

Mother is here. (the word for world is mother?)