what if this is our second birth, put here in this womb, by divine providence, or the universe’s countenance, who can say, who would know, how can we know, this collective womb, a subtle shell, a fragile home, to grow to a certain age, and then move on, into another realm, as we all must do, but matter is never gone, just reconfigured, transferred, so perhaps, in our passing, we pass out from this vessel, this mother, onto the next life in some other.

Meaning? well… what if this is just a bus stop? a training station? a jumping off point for our electrical being? could that explain our isolation (aside from the incredible size of the universe)… so, if we think of our birth in a more metaphysical way… we are in a womb, we are alive, we emerge… maybe into the same… ?