An ode to the totality of the Divine Feminine. In all Her forms-benevolent and cruel, terrifying and beautiful, from the most fragile of Elvish Fae to the most fierce a battle-ready beanSidhe. A HERstory that traverses and predates all signs of patriarchy-- before a masculine principle even existed, there was the Feminine Triple Darkness of the blackness of Space's Void. In the Bible, the time referred to as "in the Beginning," before there was Light (the Active, Masculine, Fiery Principle, of course), there was The Word, or what I like to refer to as "The Utterance". The Word is conceptualized as a Feminine Principle, being a container that is the Womb; even the suspension of Deep Space itself, to me, is reminiscent of the suspension of a baby in the watery womb, the suspension of Ophelia drowning in ecstatic release from what Bob Marley calls "Our World of Hypocrisy".