You must let me go
on,' Sheindel said, and grimly went on. '"It is false history, false
philosophy, and false religion which declare to us human ones that we live
among Things. The arts of physics and chemistry begin to teach us differently,
but their way of compassion is new, and finds few to carry fidelity to its
logical and beautiful end. The molecules dance inside all forms, and within the
molecules dance the atoms, and within the atoms dance still profounder sources
of divine vitality. There is nothing that is Dead. There is no Non-life. Holy
life subsists even in the stone, even in the bones of dead dogs and dead men.
Hence in God's fecundating Creation there is no possibility of Idolatry, and
therefore no possibility of committing this so-called abomination."'
Nobody is always
still. The orbitals must be gone through and took up and the construction of
chaos never stops. The space is displaying alive, like in Myriads, the poem by
Carlos Marzal which sang Antonio Arias
On the diagonal of golden light
that frays the calmness of the air
in that ray of untouchable amber
where the space manifests alive,
the dust is dancing in disorder,
And atoms dance drunk.
Myriads from a world we cannot see
