There is the visible, the world of form, and then there is the invisible, the formless, which inexplicably erupted 14 billion years ago. If all we’re aware of is the world of form, we’re semi-conscious, lost in a mad whorl of thought and emotion.
Perhaps it’s all a dream. (It’s been said so, many times.) And every aspect of the dream, enraptured and animated by a breath still being drawn, has been designed to wake us up.