UNFOLDING universes present that picture of the egg indeed. With a whorl of compounded macrocosmic activity, buzzing, spiralling, confounding, configuring, preparing, evolving, and amassing.
All of this above described activity conjugates within the universal egg. Although it is unnecessary to picture our Father as the universal chicken!
However, returning to sensibilities, at least for the moment, the festival of Easter is celebrated by all of our folk. However, we mark the festival of eggs to coincide with the appropriate equinox, rather than a moon-date, to be exact.
New beginnings bring such joy to the world. Possibilities, rather than distinct complicated consequences, are the harbingers of hope and freedom. Ponder for a while that the enjoyment of a story never lies in the final outcome: the end, but in the mystery of the storyline itself, the anticipation and the experience.
All beginnings are blessed, save of course those which are the beginning of an end, which is always unwelcome. When we rejoice at mankind endeavoring to come spiritually to a certain fruition, this is with the hope of ever new beginnings and possibilities, rather than mass annihilation in an omnipresent slumber.
Whosoever pictures unto themselves a pool of souls combined as a soup-mix, foresees an unenviable future prospect indeed. Were we to forsake our consciousness achieved, earned and longed for, we should regress in the soul-consciousness as in a group of animals, from which we formerly owe our pool of experience thankfully to. However, should God Himself plant seeds of identity and super-consciousness only to ask that it be relinquished in the final passing through the gates of knowledge? One would expect to find some gold at the other side!