It wasn’t long after God had created man that man came into his independence of God. Finding himself hard and real, alive and strong, fully able, capable and brave enough, strong enough and always, it seemed, destined to win against larger, more ferocious beings, man rose up on his hind legs, shrugged his mighty shoulders and shook off dependency on God. That is not to say that he disavowed God. Not at all. It was just that God became irrelevant. Of course there was the matter of survival and right then man was busily sweating and toiling in the fields. He did this for his survival of course, but also because he had discovered the inherent joy of using his mind and muscles for something productive. To work. To produce. And then to take joy and pride in his work. What need had man for God? He could and did take care of himself. And quite well! What need then had he for God? He was doing all right. Much better than all right! He was building and storing up for the future!

And, since he was still young and strong, man knew life would always be that way. God, seeing man was so industriously occupied, and knowing how hardheaded he was, went a’wandering about Infinity. As He did so, He created stars and galaxies and universes. And on them He put fishes and things and sorts that fly and walk and some to talk--for wherever God is, there too is Creation. He created colors and sounds and ups and downs and squares and rounds and wets and drys and laughers and criers, sometimes and maybes and all overs and thens and theres and thiss and thats and unders and overs, talls and shorts and hards and softs and ins and outs and, well, just all sorts of stuffs...and throughout His Infinity God Was and He Watched and, by and by, He became Divinely happy, as only God could possibly be.

And as His Happiness suffused a now sparkling, noisy, and sometimes bumpy Infinity, He began to half whistle, and half hum a little tune. Soon He was singing. His Voice resounded, reverberated throughout, and throughin all of Creation. Rhythm there was! And Melody! Pitch and Tone and Clarity! Harmony, voices and instruments, chirps and burps and gurgles and dribbles and clinks and plinks and plunks and smooths and coarses and oh so much more!

And as God continued to sing and whistle and hum, His eternal promise to man swirled and flowed diaphanously, taking on an hour glass shape.

And then later, at the end of man’s arduous day, as the sun was setting just so, and as he was quiting the fields heavy with thirst, there for man was woman, soft and lovely, strong and eternal: God’s Song. Woman is God’s sweetest music and best it be that man learn to sing. For without this wondrous being at the end of the day is but a bleak eternity.