...this entier animated machine wielding thru God's sacred Will, the Destiny of all its occupant entities! Electrically inclined of which no one could be responsable save of course for those pre-determined morphically resonating bodies, which were intended from the very beginning by Chaos to encompass logic envy and desirous passion, but finally had no say in the mysterious matter!
Up in the heavens God seeks down here the ideal mutable vessel. The race most adequate in accordance with those places which He Himself has in some previous supernal context, decided would be proper and becoming to his innate and fathomless Wondrous Will.
After all it’s just us who stubbornly insist on staying here inside these organic confines, irrigated with blood and filled with bone as well as potential ash: bearing the weight of God’s master minded plan, to make of us the guilty ones….and He is all powerful, but declines from taking the full responsibility for the god made mess, thus shoving it onto shoulders of the little ones.
Man’s fault was to have made carnal sexual love to the woman who originated from himself at the separation of his soul from the clay body.
Leornado would intimate this later on, in the self-portrait of himself as the ideal woman (he was wise enough and avoided projecting his maiden soul into the tangible outer presence of a mortal woman).
Yet the God seeks his mortal vessel, making use of us till he feel guilty for His deliberate concupiscence!
Now, all is hybrid.
