In the beginning there was an arc of light that lit the heavens that straddled a cosmos too big to comprehend. That arc of light also brought forth thought-forms that strived to become sentient and able to move in ways not yet explored. In the beginning was the one and only thing that could survive all change and possible manifestation. The beginning was also the end and the middle, and the details that furnish the story that was to be told, that is being told with the desire and pride of parent with a newborn baby. In the beginning was Martin and Dora, and Clive and Nora, and Adam and Eve, and even Steve! Believe as you wish that life should be serious, and restrained, and contained, but the form that it takes is only a way to experience the beauty, the humour, the passion, and compassion that life is, that consciousness invokes in all of us, however we may come to you, and however you wish to appear.