"But I will not drive them (the 'inhabitants') out in a single year, because the land would become desolate and the wild animals too numerous for you. Little by little I will drive them out before you;
Until you have increased enough to take possession of the land." ~Exodus
. Within the sphere- formless and void, there was all but nothing to inhabit. Existing within the eternity of the moment, unable to retain-- it could only experience.
It could behold perfection, but not hold on to it;
No need.. perfection was ever-present-- In full view of the sphere and the precious spirit- encased within, now, wrapped within a living, breathing skin- this body- for the spirit, and the spirit for the one body
each part of the heart-- a city in itself.
. . Reaching across the chasm, there is an almost symmetry in the layout of the cities
but their inhabitants are unruly
and the spaces between far too great for any kind of order to become able to break through the chaos-- there is no longer communication between the cities.
There is a yearning for consolidated-Sovereignty, but the cities have long forgotten themselves- Strewn about.. in the pain of it all, they no longer know each other.
. . . But the spirit within the body-- it remembers. There is a gathering back into wholeness- waiting.. and so we learn how to wait also.
Parts, and pieces-- members rebuilt- little by little Not too fast- take it easy; 70 years, maybe more. Which way will it go-