As in a dream, it comes in a rush like when you pull the stopper out of a sink filled with water. Then, you know. I was an African once and then an Egyptian. How do you know. Rhythm. Through the resonance of rhythm, the awareness erupts and the movements of dance reverberate deep inside. And the realization of a soul that goes back to the beginning when we rolled out of the muck and slime of the sea to breathe air and walk on land, hits like the push/pull of the tides. The never-ending rhythms buoy us on timeless vibrations as life evolves into new forms, new consciousness, new knowledge.