Movements

Some time ago I borrowed a book from Benedicte called Omon Ra by Victor Pelevin. And on one of the first pages I read something that struck me as true.
“When humans are very small (and maybe also in death?) they move in all directions at once, and it can therefore be said they don’t exist. It’s not before they gather around one movement they get what we call a personality”
(this is translated from the Norwegian sentence I only have in my memory, from what I read translated from Russian, so it’s not correct in any term)
And I’ve thought about it, that a personality is one movement or more, towards something new, something else, the same. I think my movement began in the red sofa, beside my uncle when he taught me how to read. I remember how intoxicating it was, how free and powerful I felt when I broke the code, when I understood the secret. It was only to put the sounds after each other, and there! by themselves they became words.
Most of what I’ve done afterwards have sprung out of that moment in the red sofa, of the freedom the words gave to me, the one who reads, who writes them. It was there that the movement in my personality began.