It begins with a spark, igniting in the darkness, forging itself – I am because I am
Other sparks burst forth and connections form, bolts of light split the night
Suddenly it happens, two thoughts collide – they boil, a spray of color, a dream
Vacuum fills as the chaos increases – clouds of consciousness seethe and burn
Faster now, growing and spreading until – critical mass achieved
A mind is born still full of pulses and flashes and flakes of cognition
How can we understand something that doesn’t understand itself?