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The Celtic classic, Book of Taliesin, tells a story of a bard Taliesin and of our own yesterdays and our tomorrows: “The second time I was created, I was a blue salmon.  I was a dog, I was a stag; I was a roe-buck on the mountain side, I was a treasure chest, I was a spade; I was a hand-held drinking horn; I was a pair of fire-tongs for a year and a day; I was a speckled white cock among the hens of Eiden, I was a stallion standing at stud; I was a fierce bull; I was grain growing on the hillside. […] The hen, my enemy, red-clawed and crested, swallowed me.  For nine nights I was a little creature in her womb; I was ripened there. I was beer before I was a prince.  I was dead, I was alive.” (Wood, 2000, 86-87).  Yesterday you were an eater of food.  Today – if it all works out – you still might be an eater of food.  But one of these tomorrows, you will be food yourself.  Ponder our journey, Living Matter.