A friend of mine described it this way: When they were born it was like a meteor landed in our house and blew everything apart. We had to just put all the pieces back.
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Birth was something that came quite unexpectedly, and afterwards there was one child more in the house.
In our family, as far as we are concerned, we were born and what happened before that is myth.
These things don't just come, arrive and settle like a bird picking up a few bits of crumbs. They develop. I think the best word for these things is develop. They develop because of the human beings who just happen to be there at the time.
We think birth is a miracle and death is a tragedy, but really they're flip sides of the same coin - anything born is gonna die.
As a child our dreams got scattered all about and all our future prospects got scattered to so many places, and we spend our lives trying to find the little pieces that make up our lives and make up the dreams that we had as a child that got blown away in the windstorm.
The simplest and most psychologically satisfying explanation of any observed phenomenon is that it happened that way because someone wanted it to happen that way.
When a child is born, it is immersed in an atmosphere charged with the stellar vibrations peculiar to that moment, which are stamped upon each atom of the sensitive organism by the air inhaled with the first breath.
Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.
I believe things happen that can't be explained, but so many people seem intent on explaining them. Everyone has an answer for them. Either aliens or things from the spirit world.
When the mothers start to shatter, then everything just comes undone.
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