One way is to imagine it as beginning is some simple primitive form, say an atom of sense certainty, and then evolving by progressive stages and challenges into this transcendence-haunted and self-reflective awareness of being and so necessarily on the way to something else yet more embracing and by virtue of its virtue. That is a saga of the creative will but it is perhaps more like the rising light revealing the true contours of a vast landscape which is revealed to be only the light itself, only the seeing itself.