Prologue

And the heavenly messenger said,

Oh, there are eternal things

   that you have inklings about.

Little things that come in the night

   while your head is on your pillow,

   while your eyes shimmer

   and dreams fly through your eyes, and you soar,

   and your spirit for a moment is freed

   from the earthy chains of flesh,

And you glimpse how it could be,

   that wonderful, immortal feeling of lightness,

   being that celestial body that you are called to be.

You feel it at times in your dreams and daydreams

   of how it would be to not be human,

   to not be restrained to the earth,

   to seep up as a warm vapor into the light air,

   lifting off and wheeling this way and that,

   and breathing a life

   that is the essence and fount of all life,

   breathing into eternal lungs

   that which breeds immortal thought.

Oh, you have had glimpses.

You have heard whispers from those

   who guard you in the night,

   from those who breathe into your ear

   the precious seeds of immortality.

But then you awake to the bands of a fleshly prison

And soon hunger for things to stuff you face

   and things to place your instrument of

   eternal seed-bearing into.

You awake from your fine dream that we’ve given you

   and then return to grovel in the lie

   that you are only animal.”