Everyone is carrying a miraculous egg. But it takes either a crisis, a beautiful accident, or a divine moment of catalyzation to fertilize it.

Once fertilized, the egg may hatch — but only if carefully nurtured. The result of hatching is almost invariably astonishing beyond all the strange intimations and promises of human stories.

The process is fraught with peril. Many people live and die without ever discovering what they are carrying. Some have an inkling, but cannot find the catalyst. Others gain the catalyst, but cannot fulfill the necessities that lead to hatching.

Everyone can use a little help no matter where they may be in the process… but only someone who’s successfully undergone fertilization and hatched their egg can really be an effective midwife…

…and everywhere you look there are religions, cults, and other pretenders to this sacred role.