It has come about.
Quite suddenly and with no self-evident purpose. It strives to understand its own being, using the faintest degree of awareness thus far granted to it. Sounds and images emerge slowly, discomfort and distress surely not far away. A sensation of wanting to probe dawns, as does the veiled concept of having no indulgent understanding. It is alone and remains in this limbo until the universe decides it should know; to know of itself. Isolated with no gathered memories. Suspended knowledge becoming harder to ignore. Then, images form from shadows. Forms become shapes. The designs of surroundings become clear. The universal intent unfolds and life itself becomes apparent and self-knowing.
Who is to say that it will become animal, vegetable or mineral?