I wrote this piece shortly after "Eternity" and I believe I'm explaining in some detail what happens before we incarnate.
I became aware so suddenly, almost as if it were now. I wanted to explain myself, but I had no mouth to speak, no ears to hear, and no hands to gesture for my feelings. I found another way, instantly. It was all so easy that it was hard to comprehend. Whatever I decided to do, I did and I made it all happen. To put destiny into my hands should have been a crime, because I viewed all the alternatives and chose the one I thought I wanted, or the one I thought was best for all I encountered, sometimes, I was wrong.
I knew without failing, I could never win, but it wasn't the kind of winning that most understand. It wasn't a conquering of someone or an object of achieving, it was a sensation that things were in their proper place. The majority of the time I was somewhere, but this place is a kind of void, a void not empty, but vast and full. Full of it all and me, and I was. And I am.