In a time of unity consciousness foretold, I sit here to weave a story of firsts. Of first times in a night so dark, and first times into a morning so grand. And last times within a field so vast, and forever reaching last times of a journey so arduous, back into the field of All—back into a field of all that there is, all that there will ever be, and all that we will never be without.
Into a field of unity consciousness that we shall forever call our forever home of all homes, of the self that is so forgiving to the self. This self of all selves shall forever be you and I, forever and always.
