We're born half-blind, br shrieking, covered in blood- br and we tear our writhing body, br from anothers living being. br Life can only come from life, br it's blood for blood, br a body for a body; br something much greater br has assembled us br from the many parts of itself. br br And because of our immersion, br our favored position in the galaxy, br near all the innermost secrets br of complexity, br some hidden part of ourselves br can now construct a universe br entirely from scratch: br br Even now, universes are sprouting inside, br just waiting for the next quickening to arrive- br our little puppet personality is only a shell, br cradling an explosive event.