Imagine your life as a work of art.
It started as a cry, a coo, a happy gurgle.
The rhythm got stronger as your body moved.
The rhythym was the beating of your little heart, and it felt love, a desire for life.
Then you began to have ideas — felt differences.
Two patterns began to develop in your life of sensations: doing and being: like your two eyes.
At last the pattern became clear, almost more important than the life itself, your life — You.
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