There is a division in your earliest life. It is so profound you have much trouble remembering past it, as you will one day struggle to recall your life in the egg. Before, all you know is mother -- now, you are an island all your own. You... are. You are different. You are not mother. You are your own being, your own growing, your own light and thought and will.
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Did it happen in an instant, or was it a slow realization? Did you feel yourself snap into being or did you grow (or congeal or manifest or sublimate)? Do you shine with light or are you a shadowed soul? As you recognize that you are not mother, does your heart pang, or are you glad? What is the note in your heart as, for the first time, you reflect on yourself?