Our vocal cords are silent until we send breath over them to create sound. Flutes and trumpets are simply hollow tubes until someone's breath moves through them making music. All we have are dying embers until we blow on them creating fire. We are nothing without the Breath of God moving in us.
It is important for us not to think of God as like us, only greater, a supreme being. That's why I keep suggesting more formless ways of imagining God, but always Love or Beauty or Breath is personal, knowing us and loving us.
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Lovely
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