How Did It All Begin?

At first I had no will or intelligence of my own. I was simply urge, impulse, and, as time went on, I became a yearning. And this urge, impulse, yearning that was me was drawn, willy nilly to where yoga took place. I drifted from ashram to ashram all around India slopping over into the places yoga sloshed over into.

I dimly remember a lot of auming and legs behind heads as I huddled up in the high corners with the spiders and cobwebs. But I was harder to dislodge. Stuff began to stick. It wasn’t quite like stepping in gum. You know how there are chemical receptors in the brain for various compound (like nicotine)? I was like a ball of yoga receptors all tuned to the root (don’t know if this is the right word, but you know what I mean) of the poses. And that stuff began to glom onto me as the uniting principles sort of sifted themselves out.

This means the practical roots and uniting principles that were useful to my purpose as urge/purpose/yearning. And pieces of information in my receptors began to interact with other bits and it was this movement amongst and between that gave birth to the first thin threads of my consciousness.

What was your first thought?

Mine was “Ohh!”, or maybe it was “Hmm . . .”

Then came, “I wonder . . .”