Origin stories from the woman who rode the back of a turtle on a completely oceanic planet and created land.
Origin of the stork delivering babies.
Of Adam and Eve in the garden of eden.
Only stories can come close to answering the question.
But the pointing finger is not that which it is pointing to.
Children know the right question.
“Why?” and then they ask “why” until “why?” can no longer be answered.
When I ask why as to the essence of all things, I arrive at Love.
Love is the answer. Love is essence. Love is source. Love is the center of the onion layers of consciousness. Seen how an untouched baby will die.
Seen as the plum tree gives fruit.
Felt when watching the rising sun.
Sensed as we wonder how the unity of two cells sets forth a chain reaction to create new life.
The family tree with all the stories seems infinite.
But from the perspective of the moon , Earth is preciously contained.