The immeasurable mysteries of the Almighty are inconceivable, his divinity, his wisdom, the depth of his love only possibly imagined through infinitely lesser abstractions. Infinity needs a face, like God, it needs an identity. Something to correlate the abstract and ineffable, the divine, with the lesser archetypes. A medium to which our frail mortal minds can use in machinative allusions.
The GodHead is that archetype. More than a metaphor, more than a concept, more than an idea, it was a **hierarchical embodiment**. Shapeless, yet with a shape, a shifting phantasma of eternal mysteries and power, yet definite and unchanging. Unimaginable yet relatable. Combining the Astral with the Spiritual in a cohesive and perfect unity. As the divinity and love of that sacred being overflowed, he spoke in that infinite chasm both full of love yet abstracted of meaning and form...
I AM
said the voice, "THAT I AM"
It spoke not in English nor Latin nor Hebrew nor Greek. Its LOGOS was supreme - all words, songs, and languages that would ever come to be. The WORD rang out from the void and raced out from the Heavens, filling the Nothing with All...