Time's beginning, born of singularity, hurtling outward and transformed; the whole dispersed in passing surrender to its parts. Infinite density transmuted into the illusion of separateness, where all possibilities occur and duality becomes reality once again. Newly created life, born of stars in death's throes, exploding suipernovae with fertile cosmic energy, sowing the womb of future being as evolution gradually unfolds in ever increasing complexity. Energy disperses endlessly outward in expansion, creating time/space in its wake, chance assuring strange phenomena will occur. Solitary reality only deception as cosmic events ensue and new universes appear. Wildly spinning particles become energy's dervish, nebulous points merging one into another, again united in brief reunion, only to vanish anew; disappearance in harmony with the ceaseless cosmic dance. Brahma and Vishnu, creation and destruction, all things but reflections of the one, all encompassing organic whole. From emptiness, more particles appear, merging into unbroken unity, outside form and precept, beyond notion, past even space and time while energy patterns cavort playfully, both wave and particle, together forming quantum's enigma. All is transformed as consciousness merges and becomes one with self, an infinite convergence where dualism and time cease to exist, our intuited separation but a mundane, finite notion obscuring the inseparable cosmic web, external world woven into internal and united; self-awareness now engendered, the universe embodied and aware. Untold ancient cycles play out their celestial roles of birth and death, emptiness and form, reality and fantasy as endless patterns pervade. Our conceptual emotions ineffable, residing in abstraction's realm, a state of being joined with the inner world of perception, a theoretical puzzle beyond form and word, beyond concept and the illusion of division while truth resides in the center and knows. In concert, the spider weaves her web, clusters of form appearing, born of dancing particles frolicking in and out of existence. The ubiquitous cosmic dancers only illusion in fantasy's world as finite reality obscures shared unity; unaware there is only the dance, without form and timeless.