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.