Who can say how it began
How consciousness seeped into man
A spark in some ancient night
Around the campfire’s flick’ring light
One thing now could stand for another
Manipulated in ways impossible
Now aurochs charge across cave walls
Coming to eerie life in guttering torch’s flame
And everything is foggy now
Through mystic plant and smoky haze
We gaze back a myriad millennia
To see a paleolithic genius
Who crossed that shimm’ring border
And became us.