Out of the Darkness, the emptiness, the void, which is strangely very full like a thick soup, very quiet and still, pregnant with all possibilities...
A Word plants the seed of Creation.
Each Word, each wave of Thought crystallizes within this matrix, manifesting through the porous veil that divides the known and unknown.
Each photon of light, every quark and particle of reality is born from this void, as it emerges from nothingness.
Sprung from Mind, it is the fruit of consciousness. It harbors consciousness in every cell and this is Life.
The Robes of Thought frame existence, giving structure to fluid concepts such as space and time. Behind the garment we can guess at the body of God.
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