"Now the earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters. And God said..."
- WORD, the spoken word
Let there be light
A sublime sentence, all-encompassing one of the most fundamental symbolisms of the Almighty. More than a command, it became a fundamental truth. That sacred light carved out of the very face of God; he molded like a malleable flame and decorated Heaven and the limitless expanse in his majesty. His beautiful face like iron made to glow in fire, and it shone forth and casted out, emitting sparks, lightnings, and it burned, indescribable, marvelous...and terrifying...
In an explicable instance distorted and unbound by calculable time, that sacred truth permeated every inch of existence and non-existence like a sacred abstract stained glass, even a grand kaleidoscope of colors depicting fragmented light rays from a holy epicenter of divine and inexpressible beauty. There were no more secrets that could be concealed. Even the unfathomable **deep** that bordered the three warring pillars were basked in that perfect luminescence.
And God saw the light that it was good, and he separated it from the emptiness, that symbolic darkness from which those distorted and chaotic elements were bound to. God exalted it and bestowed upon it a name....and more fundamentally...an identity.
He called the light "Day", and the darkness he called "Night", and in that very instance Time was born, and Space followed after him. The light of God wrestled with the chaos, and the chaos wrestled with the light, and the two were mediated by Time who set forth 1000 divine years that they should war at any given instance, overcoming and yielding at odd moments until their appointed sabbath.