In God's house, there is no light.
In the beginning, he gathered it all up and cast it forth, his first gift to his infant child.
In God's house, there is no heat
With his warmth, he shaped the world.
In God's house, there is no dust.
He swept it all, out of every corner, through every door, and down every corridor, and out into the world.
In God's house, there is no water.
He drank it all, every drop, and spewed it out after the dust, giving life to lifeless clay.
In God's house, there are no creatures.
He took them in his arms, kissed them goodbye, and set them free.
In God's house, there is no laughter.
He stood at his door
In God's house, there is no light.
In the beginning, he gathered it all up and cast it forth, his first gift to his infant child.
In God's house, there is no heat
With his warmth, he shaped the world.
In God's house, there is no dust.
He swept it all, out of every corner, through every door, and down every corridor, and out into the world.
In God's house, there is no water.
He drank it all, every drop, and spewed it out after the dust, giving life to lifeless clay.
In God's house, there are no creatures.
He took them in his arms, kissed them goodbye, and set them free.
In God's house, there is no laughter.
He stood at his door
That is a very strange book. a little arduous, actually, but definitely worth it. i wrote some stuff to kind of react to it, so as i get it typed up, it'll go here.
but that doesnt really begin to cover it. its hard to describe how if affects you, because by the time you're done with it, you're not totally sure you've changed at all. but then, a body of work that so completely baffles all description, something like that that draws you in...it has to change you, doesnt it? Isn't that the nature of things?
I don't know, a lot of people i know would tell me to get over it; that it's just a book. heh. so's the bible, but whatever.
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