My human body

Past is imaginary, so belief in a past I did not experience is being lost.

In the beginning, everything was perfect, until a bird asked itself 'how can I fly?' then fell out of the sky and devolved to become a fish, that evolved into a human being, to invent a plane.

My human body is the balancing point between my physical experience of now, and my imagination.

Without me here now being free, nothing can exist.