Still nameless, scattered, unknown to one another: still powerless as yet against the world's foul law of hate, they should continue to increase and multiply, until one day they should speak with God's voice and should be heard.

And a new world should be created.
God.

The tireless Spirit of eternal creation, the Spirit of Love.

What else was it that out of formlessness had shaped the spheres, had planned the orbits of the suns.

The law of gravity we named it.