Long after God created time She sat on Lambha Pahar in its deep snows.  At His whim, as God has whim, He parted the silver clouds that blocked Her God’s Eye view and looked down into the valley of the Indus.  Even as God, in Her ruby silk and gold dragon gown, He was moved by the sight so far below.  There the green and verdant path of the summer river snaked its course through Her sparkling diamond mountains.

And so, He noticed that people had come to be, through no overt action of Hers, but rather creation’s passive existence.  She was more a canvas though no less than He was a brush’s stroke.  Below, He looked on Gol and Kharmang even Dah and wondered at these creatures in Her perfect world.  And so He noticed too, that one small person in far Goma Manta was looking up, startled and in wonder, at Her.  Of course, it was not with his eyes but with his heart that the first prophet saw God.

And so, the First Prophet fell in love with his vision of God.  But God is God and She had no need for love or anything else from His creation.  And the First Prophet was human and could not possibly see the fullness of God and thought He had rejected him.  So the First Prophet painted God as terrible and vengeful and haughtily transcendent and refused to see that She was right under his feet, and in his water and wine, and was the very air that he breathed and the searing stars of dreams and his own pathetic and grand soul.  But God was not pained by this, because, God is God and She had no need for pain or anything else from His creations.

The First Prophet told all the people of his vision of God.  But the First Prophet was human and told the people of his revelation which was just a sight and not God Herself.

And he told all the people of his pain because he had seen God with his heart but he was human and that he was forced to love Him.  He cursed the wise who tried to see his God with their eyes and could not.  But God is God and never would love or not love His creation. All who mistakenly thought the First Prophet’s vision was God and not simply one possible image, one reflected facet, would suffer the same painful unrequited love.  A specter can not love, and, God Herself does not give or take love. Nor does He hate or not hate the magi because they have eyes or for any other reason.  God is God and She needs no reason and He needs no hate.

From time to time, in God’s time, He parts the golden clouds that surround and obscure Her stone seat in the snows of Lambha Pahar and He is moved by the scene of His creation and the valley of the Indus, green and verdant in Her perfect world.