THE PAGAN RABBI ( CyNTHIA OZICK), MYRIADS ( CARLOS MARZAL) AND THE (DRUNK) DANCE OF ATOMS

 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