We exist as the living extension of the love, hope, dreams, and fears of our ancestors. Timespace is like a strange cephalopod… who grows tentacles within, to explore and enliven herself — and at the tip of each one… is a unique little plasma star of awareness, consciousness, curiosity, desire — and power.

If you follow your own tendril back ‘upstrand’ (as you may choose to in meditation, or be obliged to in death), you will discover and re-member that you are billions of beings. The powerful illusion of our distinctness is, indeed, amongst the most playful (and confusing) of conceits…