Imagine you are a block of wood – yes we begin life with a true (though deluded, but true to the perceiver) sense that “I EXIST” (remarkable, considering that say three years before the two year old, so consumed by his desires, didn’t) but then there is a master musical craftsman, who can take a block of wood, and poke perfect holes, allowing it to emit music, and as he pokes a hole, he then finds the next