There is something about the Creation that always haunts me. Our own beginning within it was nearly six or seven thousand years ago. Yet the entire span of time after it might be viewed as only cluster of ages. My own life being placed at the end of these ages is inconspicuous. Nevertheless I sense there is a significance that links my life with Creation's earliest moments. When I search my feelings, I begin to think that all our lives began when the first worlds were born. I sense that our souls are timeless, and that our identities stretch from the first moments to our present. I imagine that everyone and everything was started with the initial chaos. Imagine yourself as the first thing created. Imagine that you are what is described with the first words in Genesis. If these described you, what could you imagine about that first day? How could you describe what is indescribable? You are left with only feelings. Feelings without intelligence. This book is a study into how these emotions have been transformed into our sense for spirituality.