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 You don't realize that the past is caused by the present As the wake of the ship flows back from the prow Now the wake doesn't drive the ship any more than the tail wags the dog But 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