🌊∞☩ DRUNK ON THE COUNTLESS WORDS OF GOD ☩∞🌊
🌊∞☩ DRUNK ON THE COUNTLESS WORDS OF GOD ☩∞🌊 An Epic Poem of the Infinite Logos, the River-Seas, and the Soul That Could No Longer Survive on One Meaning I. THE FIRST CUP I drank one Word of God— only one— and lost the architecture of my sobriety. I had believed a word was a little thing, a fence of sound, a handful of letters obediently kneeling inside a dictionary. I had believed Love could be written once. I had believed Mercy could be defined. I had believed Truth was a lamp that fit comfortably inside the house of my mind. Then God whispered— and the whisper had oceans. Then God spoke— and the syllable broke open. And within it I saw suns descending into suns, heavens pregnant with heavens, meanings bearing meanings, doors concealing doors, and every door opened not into a room but into another immeasurable country where mountains had never heard the rumor of a summit. I drank one Word of God— and discovered I had swallowed a sea. The sea became a...
