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In the beginning, the first Beginning of all beginnings, it was formless, empty, dark. Yet in all the nothing-ness that was, One hovered. Present, ready, waiting for the time. And then He spoke: “L-I-G-H-T.” The first word voiced, from the Voice, whose very song creates de novo, which means “of new.” And from the divine imagination to the Page of finite existence, the Voice wrote it. There was brightness and warmth where there had not been. He saw what the Voice had written and was pleased. Yes, that Word was good. So the song of the Voice kept on, growing...