Chapter 2, Birth Of A Star.
Existence.
That is, to be. To really be. From never having been, for anything, for any reason at all, to being, really being. The shift from a devoid surrounding to something taking form in the void, is monumental, and yet, that must be existence.
What else could explain this, this sudden appearance, immediately adapting to the surrounding without instruction, if not existence?
This is existence.
It has to be, because in the first stage, questions are completely absent. The how it came to be, the what it is, and the why it's here, are all nothing in the appearance of the new being, because all it knows to do, is adapt to that around it. Innately, it knows, without command, to do what is available to do, to take what is available to take, to shed what is supposed to be shed, and to give what is meant to be given, all of which are done efficiently, even without understanding a single thing about itself.
This is definitely existence.
The speck has come into existence.
Soon, though, its existence that is mainly defined by adapting to its surrounding, and partly dependant on not being hindered in the meantime, finds a path to expansion. Being fully accommodated by its surrounding, expansion happens easily, stretching out what is possible to stretch and puffing up what is necessary to do, until expansion translates into growth.
Now growth, doesn't immediately mean awareness, not in the kind in the professional realm of awareness, at least. While there is gradual development, little by little, self-programmed by its own innate abilities, and there is strengthening and maturing of its structure, and its form, that cannot be accounted for as awareness yet. Not the kind in the professional realm of awareness.
Awareness comes long, long, long after growth transitions into the definitive change of emersion. It comes when adaptation has taught it well about its surrounding, when growth has done its part in maturing it, and when there is nothing left to do, but to burst from its shell of unawareness, and come into a purpose, through birth.
That, is when awareness happens.
And then the speck that once was, is no longer.
It is now evolved beyond being quietly accommodated, to seeing the difference between it and its surrounding atmosphere. Adapting is now a thing of no existence, having disappeared before leaving a trace of itself behind. In any case, adapting no longer means anything to it, because its own glory beams in solitary charge, not joined by the contrasting blandness around it.
Chapter 3, Crystalline.
