IN THE BEGINNING there was a river. The river became a road and the road branched out to
In that land of beginnings spirits mingled with the unborn. We could assume numerous forms.
the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry.
Many of us were birds. We knew no boundaries. There was much feasting, playing, and
had just returned from the world of the Living. They had returned inconsolable for all the love
they had left behind, all the suffering they hadn’t redeemed, all that they hadn’t understood, and
sorrowing. We feasted much because of the beautiful terrors of eternity. We played much
because we were free. And we sorrowed much because there were always those amongst us who
for all that they had barely begun to learn before they were drawn back to the land of origins.
