The Third Day

The Man Speaks: It was during the Seven Days of Creation that we fell in love. It was probably only the middle of that week, because eerything was still moist with its beginning. Of course, we didn't plan any of this. No one in those days planned anything, because God was still laying foundations: wherever he rested his almighty hand, there was a turmoil of creation, and something came forth, something new and never seen before came into being. She and I know so little about our origins, but angels on divine missions stop to refresh themselves, and they tell us stories. How he created this garden of plants and animals by his divine word, how he created the two of us by his divine word. And then he departed without a word to us. Where is he? Will he come back? The visiting angels know nothing, they smile but can give us no words of his whereabouts. The woman and I discovered love in his absence. The angels wish us well and depart.... The woman speaks: We were close by each other for a very long time, under the big light in the sky and under the small light other times. It was under the small light, when our eyes locked, and we stared into each other's being. Under big light, something more happened. We tumbled together, rolled over the grass in a tangled, and then, then, we were suddenly one being. For a long moment, and nothing else mattered. We have repeated this long moment again and again. The angels told him this is called LOVE, and he told me it is called L0VE. The angels ignore me, our eyes never lock, they never speak to me. It does not matter to me: I live and love in the garden with him. We roam and the animal roam with us. We share the long moment often. We must find a name for what we are experiencing....