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You will read this in English, but it is not necessarily the language I ordinarily use.
The Almighty understands every one of the over 7000 spoken languages on Earth, as well as some Earthlings would likely not understand, perhaps used elsewhere in the universe.
We angels are also gifted in language, for some of us watch over those who do not speak English.
Some speak French, and German and Spanish and Italian, as well as numerous other languages. Do you think we do not understand when our charges speak?
I assure you we do understand.
It is probably a vain task to describe what it was once like.
All was beautiful.
It was light all the time.
Everywhere.
The light emanated from one place: the throne of the Almighty. And it was brilliant. An unadulterated white, it illumined the entirety of the space we inhabited.
The air, also pure and clear, was filled with music. Some sounds I think one does not hear anywhere else. Music designed to uplift, sweet to the ears and not at all harmful to plants.
The colors were vibrant and unattenuated. Flowers of all kinds, blossoms and fruit on trees, birds on wing. A living rainbow.
