The Whisper Before the Word
Before the first stone was laid, before kings wore crowns, before
man walked upright or uttered a name for God, there was a
whisper. Not a sound. A sense. A divine breath moving through the silence
of eternity, calling something from the nothing. It did not begin
with war, nor with wonder. It began with presence—the infinite
recognizing itself and deciding to remember through form.
From that whisper came worlds.
From those worlds came man.