There is a long arc that goes through my life.  It started even before I was born.  Somewhere out in California, maybe in the deserts, or high up in the sky over the mountains, or even maybe far out at sea.  It began in a place where there was no one.  It found me and grew through me, all these years, this long, looping, wayward arc.  Until it has finally become this street, this very street that I live on, here and now, with you.