T a YoungT. A. Young autobiography For the sake of brevity, we need go back no farther than the origin of the universe - let's call it 14.5 billion years ago - where all of the solid parts began and, probably simultaneously, the motions great and small, spiraing, parabolic and linear, kicked off, determining the relationship of all matter right up to an hour or so ago, when I spilled my coffee and everything went to hell. Of course, if you are a creationist, we're looking at six thousand years ago; my own origins are neither more nor less determined under this theory....er....fact. Then again, if you are a solipsist, as defined in Webster's dictionary as "a resident of the borough of Manhattan in the city of New York," I do not exist at all, except as a momentary blur in your existence. Alas, we've run out of time, but I think we've covered the important stuff; the rest is pretty run of the mill. We can conclude that I have as much to do with what I am as a diamond or a dust bunny with what it is. And that really takes the pressure off: I'm like a pantheistic Quaker. Om. T. A. Young Read More Read Less