“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
That isn’t the whole of the story. Despite our dusty origins, we’re still longing for the water. For the hovering over, for the formed in the deep. We’re thirsty for it, wandering through the deserts of our lives in search of it. The Hebrew for soul, nephesh, always sounds slightly sloshy to me. Maybe it wasn’t so much breath that God gave us, but a wet kiss, giving our dry selves that slick sense of Him that haunts us to this day.
Lick your lips. Do you taste Him?