A sound sounds and, sounding, rises, rises sounding loud, loud as the beginning, a beginning that is but noise a noise named God. And God is the sound, a sound full of its rising, that sounds a sound that wants an articulate for the inarticulate rumble of a sounding, a sounding empty of sound but … Continue reading In the Begin. . . .
We began to weave before Eden. One spindled all the colors, of water, clay, and sunrise; one firmed the warp; another lanced the weft. We danced. And God (that dark anger) stepped into our sweet waltz with His Sinai stone word; yet how could we not dance our weave, and so wove such darkness—even mankind … Continue reading Religion Explained, or the Fates’ Apology