It’s kind of like there once existed this image, or better, an intangible undefined essence that yearned to be an image, to be defined, so it first created the ether.
And then, from the ether it created a painter who would paint this image onto a canvas.
And as the masterpiece was created -before paint had even dried – the eyes of the image stared inquisitively out into the world and at the painter who had painted it, and asked: Who am I? How did I get here? And you, dear painter, where did you come from?
And the painter answered not, one, too busy with her easels, colors, brushes and plans, to even know she had been addressed…