Following the leadings of love and truth, to joyful action in the world
No one saw how it began.
Before (if it was a before), there was neither non-existence nor existence, time nor space. We can still see the traces, the echoes, of when time and space became, in a sudden outpouring from emptiness.
Hail to thee, Cressida! Great eight-limbed cephalopod, dweller in the brine and guardian of our tidal streams.
Have mercy on us poor swimmers, guide us through your ebbs and flows, that we may be welcomed in the embrace of the constant ocean.