In the worlds before, primal chaos reigned. Heaven sought order. But the phoenix can fly only when its feathers are grown.
The four worlds formed again and yet again, As endless aeons wheeled and passed. Time and the pure essences of Heaven, the moisture of the Earth, the powers of the Sun and the Moon all worked upon a certain rock, old as creation and it became magically fertile.
That first egg was named "Thought". Tathagata Buddha, the Father Buddha, said, "With our thoughts, we make the World."
