We Do Not Have A Soul

Clay is older than man. Moulded through the ages by the wind and waters, each minute grain has seen countless lives come and go; has seen dynasties rise and fall. Has seen suffering, and joy. And hate, and love.

In the beginning,

after light was separated from darkness;

after the sky was lifted up from the sea;

after the ground sprouted seeds and fruits;

after a greater light and a lesser light were formed to govern day and night;

stars appeared.

After creatures in the sea swam and creatures in the sky took flight;

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