The Message [Tablet I]

What does it mean to be human

And the nature of consciousness?

The mystery has been revealed

By the dance of nature's quiet songs of the birds

Lifetimes ago the first questions arose

After the impetus of thought

If I am everywhere here, what is the all out there?

And at once, void was birthed

Echoing through aeons of dust coalesced as form

Ah

Ah

Something from nothing

Eventually the all from null

Unfolding prescience

Eh

Uh

Rising tides of thought

Ebb and flow like an endless river

Winding through our hearts

To animate the deepest resonance of our souls

Uh

To be, to create

To know thyself

Ooha