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

Something from nothing
Eventually the all from null

Unfolding prescience

Rising tides of thought ebb and flow
Like an endless river, winding through our hearts
To animate the deepest resonance of our souls

To be, to create
To know thyself, to give