God created love in the final third of the night, when the silence reaches its peak and the light sinks into its destiny. God created it from the essence of the dreams of angels in heaven. When the angels are at the peak of dream enjoyment, a piece of flesh is born with a form that is never imagined except in the dreams of angels in heaven.
It is the small meat that breaks when the breath reaches its peak. Then the water flows fast when time sinks in nature somehow. Humans never forget the scent, as clearly carved before the eyes. Repetition is a must, as the sun rises and sets on the horizon.
Jakarta, March 2018