As adults, we have little memory of our lives as young children. None of us remember when we were born. So, it occurs to a man, the kind of man who thinks about such things, that he is fit to define his birth for himself. When is a man born? We find consciousness slowly, and gradually, discovering the purposes and needs of our flesh. Isn't the one true birth that of the Spirit? This is the one that we can remember, the one that we can reflect upon. This is the beginning man seeks from the moment he finds conscious thought. There must be a beginning.
Maybe the genesis of the Spirit is gradual as well, as gradual as the writhing, wriggling journey from infancy to childhood. But it's one we can track with the full span of our consciousnesses. And there is no question that it is essential to the life of Man.
This is not creation itself. This is rebirth.
