IT BEGINS WITH THE WORD

IT begins in space, the grey matter between my ears, and in time NOW, the moment I awake to the flood of thought that flows to create my own words out of HIStory.  I am merely another one (i.e. "O") who capture's IT, the singularity, the product of the seed, and spins IT (i.e. information transferred like the "spirit of the rope") into threads that converge to be woven the tapetry of what society calls reality.