The distance between the embryo and the world is the mother. This distance is often noble. Its transmissions become dreaming that becomes mind.

The distance between one thus born and the world is the culture. This distance is rarely noble, but may be filtered. Its transmissions often become more insistent in direct proportion to their parasitism or toxicity.

The origin is wise and true, but delivers us generally to peril.

The second birth is a chance to free ourselves entirely from culture, and to be born as a being among beings. Beyond all human culture.

Without this — or if the process is incomplete — we are like eagles trapped in eggshells. Our heads stick out. We are born for the skies. But we cannot even move our legs, let alone fly.

The second birth. And beyond.