I’ve described it as your entire life passing through the eye of a needle. Instant meaning. Instant connection to god. To the all. Instant overwhelm. All the pain? Every mistake, every embarrassment, every unfairness, every negative thing in your life suddenly perfect, because they led you to this moment. To this child and of course it had to be this child. It could not have been any other. A sacred duty bestowed on you by god the father and the suddenly it all make sense. It always was you. Hey little one. It’s me dad.