We think ordinarily of the present
As an infinitesimal point at which the future changes into the past
And we also do a terrible thing
We imagine ourselves to be results of the past
We don't realize that the past is caused by the present
As the wake of a ship flows back from the prow
Now the wake doesn't drive the ship anymore than the tail wags the dog

That we've all got excuses
But the truth of the matter is, it all begins here
This is where the creation begins
And you're doing it and won't admit it
Because of course, you're all god in disguise
Jesus found that out and they crucified him for saying so