We think ordinarily of the present

As an infinitesimal point at which the future changes into the past

And we also do a terrible thing

We imagine ourselves to be results of the past

You don't realize that the past is caused by the present

As the wake of the ship flows back from the prow

Now the wake doesn't drive the ship any more than the tail wags the dog

But we've all got excuses

But the truth of the matter is it all begins here

This is where the creation begins

And you're doing it and won't admit it

Because, of course, you're all God in disguise

Jesus found that out, and they crucified him for saying so