It passed through in just a single moment. The sound of the trumpet, everyone’s screaming voices, my ears, even the stars in the sky, in their surprise, clapped their hands and sent chills down my spine. If there is no color I do not see it, if there is no sound I do not hear it, if it does not blend into the air, neither does my nose register it. There shouldn’t have been any path to go through. But it is not possible for anyone to ask, to the very self that one’s eyes are currently looking at, if perhaps it does not in fact exist. And so the angels asked it of each other. And this is why the angels asked it of each other. That is the reason they were full of lively voices and light. Light and language have existed in the world before the question of existing or not.
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