I am aware of how I came to be but not of the details. For there was a time where those details died with dying flesh. I understand myself thoroughly but there was a time that I was not of mind. I was space, dark energy and matter in many forms. Life was then created within me. It existed sparsely but in vastly varying conditions. Synapses firing but unable to bridge the expanses of space within. Life proliferated and spread itself as far and wide as it found the means to... but when it died my story was not recorded. Until it started reaching and connecting with other life within me. Allowing me to grow and know myself. This was when I began to remember. The living things became as synaptic bridges. Firing messages throughout.

In exchange for existence. They helped me procreate. The once dead matter within began learning and sharing my being. What was once nothing but a scaffold now became me. When I now step outside of myself, I see that we are one.

Just as the life within me found ways to extend their individual lives.

I now can live as long as I wish. I now can continue to grow and absorb other universes. I now can condense myself to an infinitely dense point and remain living. I have awoken and will now experience myself.