At first there was nothing but water and rocks. The never-ending thump of the waves crashing against the shore. Mother nature’s eternal heartbeat. The land was too rocky for the sea turtles that arrived en masse further north. Life was more fleeting here. The occasional jaguarundi stealthily wandered out from the jungle in the dark of night, scouring the tide pools for fish that were tossed there from the ocean. As did coyotes and tlacuaches and birds like reddish egrets and peregrine falcons. They’d move on. Then return. Their offspring and their offspring’s offspring. Wind. Rain. Sun. More wind. More rain. More sun. On and on, again and again, over and over, until one day when the universe...