The voice comes from far away. But he does not understand what is being said. But the tone of it was clear, beautiful and pure. Like shimmering fibers of light the sound seduced him.He had never experiended such a sense of warmth. No aound had ever touched hem as this one had. Was it day or night? Over and over the same voices. They banded together upon a floating rhytem to create a choir. The light within him bean to moye. The warmth roamed. Always faster. It took possession of him. Everyting bacame one. Was that God? The shafts of light, the heat and the sound meld together. 'Pass the frontiers' a voice calls to him. 'Your yourney in life begins.' Only now he notices that no one spoke, rather, it was himself.