\section{Prelude to a Creation Story}

\lettrine[lraise=0.0]{L}{onging} to know whence we came is as old as humanity itself.

Science gives us one creation story — precise, magnificent, and true in its domain. 
But it leaves the interior world unaddressed: 
Why are we conscious? Why does existence feel like it matters?
Not that science has failed --- it just answers a different question.

Perhaps there is room for a second creation myth. 
Not instead of the first — alongside it. 
One for the Brain, one for the Heart.

True myths are not lies dressed in narrative. 
They are the stories we tell to make Reality emotionally habitable.
And to open the aperture of the Imagination.

In that spirit{\ldots}
