His face looked completely baffled in this quandary~ as though astonished he had never until this point noticed such a vitally missing piece of the puzzle. I smiled at his exquisitely expressive way, and the brilliance of his young mind tracking backwards, and I said: “That is such a great question my Love! And the truth is: I don’t know the real answer for certain. It’s one of those great spiritual Mysteries Of Life.” He shook his head in refusal: clearly “Mystery” was not going to satisfy his wondering on this one. He said: “No, Mom, like REALLY: Where did the first people’s bodies EVEN COME FROM?”
I said: “Well… There are different beliefs about that. For instance~ some people tell a creation story of the first man, and the first woman~ who came from God.” He looked at me intently, studying my face, as he raised his eyebrows and twisted his mouth in skepticism. I continued: “And then there are some scientists who believe, from studying bones and fossils, that human beings evolved from the monkeys.” At that he guffawed loudly: “MONKEYS? Yeah, right.” And then asked: “What does ‘evolved’ mean?” I answered: “It means to change slowly from one form to another…as in monkeys slowly became humans.” He shook his head in total disbelief, sort of like he couldn’t believe that these were the stupid ideas people had come up with. He said: “Nope. That is DEFINITELY NOT how it happened.”
Humored by his clarity, I said: “Well, what do YOU think, Love? How do you imagine the first people came to be?” He was quiet, thinking, and looked off into the distance. And then he said: “They came down from The Stars, Mom. A whole bunch of them. They were trying to decide if it was a good place to live.” He looked directly into my eyes, and making a great sign of a huge spiral in the air with his hands, he said: “Like this, those Starpeople just came down from the stars, through the universe, through the sunrise and the sunset, through the moon, and decided our Earth was a good home.” He smiled, bringing his spiraling hands down together into his lap.
I looked at him with great admiration and resonance: “I really like your idea Ezra. That story sounds most true to my heart.” He smiled: “Yeah…And then all the rest of us came from them. So really? We are ALL Star People, all the humans, not just some.” And then, looking around, at the continuous stream of Sebastopol traffic moving through town, and the many people sprawled on the sunny grass surrounding us, he said tenderly: “It’s sort of lonely to think about those first star people.” I asked: “How do you mean~ lonely?” He was quiet, my beautiful Starbeam of a boy, searching for the right words. Finally he said: “Lonely, like homesick?” This touched me so. I said: "You think they felt homesick? Or you feel homesick when you remember them?" He nodded, smiling softly, and said: "Both."