Life before bith was without form or consequence; It's a pity I don't remember it more. The thoughts flew freely, without impulse or feeling, through tubes without friction or gravity- or tubes. It wasn't like sleeping- not existing or feeling, but it wasn't like nothing, not existing or feeling. It was like the wind- a movement without effort and it was like the light which is weightless and soft. It was, mostly, quiet like before not existing existed and before the first unthinking thought thunked.