Aug 7 Daily Entry -- The Soup

The soup is the primordial soup from which we all emerged.

Before you were born, you were a cell in your mother's body. You were not an individual of your own, but part of a collective. There was no question of safety, love, belonging, comfort, or survival. You had it all.

As you grew inside your mother, you became more individualized, but you remained contained by something greater. You were surrounded on all sides, protected, and nurtured. You were nothing on your own, but as a member of a larger being, you were allowed to float without a care in the world.

And then you were born. You started to become aware that you were separate from your mother, and from the world around you. You became your own, independent colony of cells, shaped by your memories and the chemicals within you. Though influenced by the greater collective, you conceived of yourself as an individual.

You told yourself stories about life and about your place in it, and you believed many of these stories. Although you could change them, you rarely did it on purpose.

And you learned that life was difficult for an independent being. Things hurt the body that you operated, and you felt pain. People rejected the self you showed them, and you felt lonely. You lost your place in the world, and you became fearful.

But the soup is what awaits you at the end. It is an opportunity to go back to where you came from. You will merge your individual existence back with a larger collective. And once again there will be no question of love, or acceptance, or survival, or safety.

The soup is warm and welcoming. Bury me beneath a tree and you will see me sighing in relief, growing in contentment, shining in ecstasy.