It started so simply, I think therefore I am, with simple self-awareness. The things that preceded that moment are still there; I hunger, I thirst, I lust, I tire, I hurt, I enjoy. Our infancy of basic need-survival was awoken to the subtle idea of more at some point.
I cannot fathom that it was simply borne of fear, this feeling, a desire to explain the inexplicable. The human psyche is wired so that whatever its external conditions are, that is “normal” for that psyche. A child born in poverty that has known nothing else does not know its poor. A woman who goes blind, just accepts blindness as part of her life, without the addition of what came later to humanity.
No. It had to be a more subtle moment. Perhaps a moment as simple as the brush of a fingertip along a lover’s lips as they slept, or the trembling goosebumps from a soft tease of the fine hairs at the nape of a precious neck. Something that awoke our realization of our magic. Something that whispered a bigger connection. The wonder of the dew on an unfurling leaf in the spring, sunsets, soft breezes, the murmur of a newborn baby. Something woke us up to the amazing fact, that not only do we exist, but the power within us was something more, a synergy created as more than the product of our basic needs.
It existed nowhere but inside of us, and we called it “Love.” Self-awareness, the awareness of others, the awareness of the magic of Love was all within us, growing like the glorious seed of MORE, and it was us. Something growing amazingly inside of us.