All that it is — 2012/12/08

I barely realize what my body is to me. It is both my origin and my end. There was a time when I hung on my mother's reef; I was a fish. Of that, I only have traces of it in the DNA transmitted by my parents. I can't remember my conception or my birth, as if these moments didn't belong to me, as if it were a mystery more unfathomable than divine reason.