13Angels

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The muscles will need blood to contract and force the air to move into the lungs to be captured, processed and employed to help the muscles as they use oxygenated blood to contract continually. Everything in it is yet innert. It is a system full of potential but is locked. It needs something from the outside to awaken it.

They are brushed by the beginning, the Άλφα

and now

they breathe.

But not as they will come to grasp, sing of, write about, think about, conceive of, breathing. They will enjoin themselves to one another and be made in a perfect process that will be iterated anew many, many, many times. And as the creation to come exercise their selves, they will have limited words; words that attempt to shed light on reality but in so doing, obscure it. This is not the “breathing” to which they will blindly attempt to refer to.

This is breathing. Millions of fibers stretch and pull at a hard frame composed from calcium and collagen, and thusly a most precious and delicate vessel is lifted to create a vacuum as the unbelievably small alveoli within expand. This is sufficient to introduce a loose collection of molecules into the innards of the vessel at the sweetest pace. The swathe of molecules is collected and from it the system will process oxygen, which will be inserted into disked structures that race relentlessly around the system. The process begins anew as the muscles are fed more.

Breathing. As this process goes on and on they release a noise.

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"They" will later call it "sound". The rushing of air in and out of their lungs causes the molecules, the creation, around them to quiver and dance. They might call it sound, or noise. They would probably call it music. The most gorgeous waves of the air shiver and explode into the most entrancing undulations as it rushes in and out of the different bodily structures in its path. It’s nothing at all like what they will call music. It is dubbed ” טוב,” because that is exactly what it is.

In any case, this likeness takes in and passively responds to the rest of creation in a way that is exactly as intended. There is no error. What it will call skin can repel and absorb much of creation without tearing, such as the nitrogen, phosphorus, oxygen, carbon. Even larger amalgamates of creation, like the water or dust, can’t pass through. And those spheres... what it will call eyes can receive and process so, so much of the radiant eminence that swaddles it.

Sound, music, noise, vibrations, sighing. The likeness’s song is constant, soft, and by design; and it fails to cease. It heaves softly, its chest continuing to rise and fall as it marks the rhythms of its singing breath. It is so, so good. Because it is of Yahweh. And it is adored and celebrated from the deepest depths of the sea to the furthest reaches of heaven. The image bearer, the likeness, watched over with the most terrifying, all powerful, fierce, sweeping, indescribable, and perfect love that it could never understand.

Such is the relationship between the first ”הוּרָה” and the first ”צֶאֱצָאִים”.

And,

it must end soon,

but briefly.

And then, it can be like this forever.