Thank you for the opportunity to correct this minor faux pas.

But shall I tease you, and the other readers?

I shall.

It’s about numbers and God. And that’s all I reveal for now.

In response to your questions, I answer yes, yes and yes.

Perhaps also, you may be aware that to religious Jews, the “Ineffable Name” refers to YHVH.

Often, however, words fail us… now, don’t they?

I recall writing something… well, here it is.

“I wish you could feel my heart. Then, I wouldn’t have to talk with these crippled words, these feeble letters that cannot express how I feel.”

From a Xian framework, there is the idea that the power of God’s calling forth of creation can be spiritually sensed in the things of creation, and particularly in nature. So, in a sense God is present in creation, not in his essence, but in his energy through which “we live move and have our being.”

I remember one time cruising around under a big full moon, and being struck by a feeling that I was looking at an act of creation, that in the moon I was seeing the divine word that was active in the process of bring forth the heavenly bodies, the lesser lights of night.

I know, I know, I sound like a sandal wearing tree hugging hippy, but just wait a moment before you write off my response as another somewhere-out-there response from Simon.

I’ve lived with a stonking great bog tree outside my window at almost every place I’ve lived. However, the places where I haven’t had the good fortune to have a big tree outside my window have been unhappy places. I used to think this was all just down to the fact that it’s nice to see trees, right. But then I read an article in some magazine that said that people who are recovering in hospital recover faster when they can see trees from their windows and that crime is greatly reduced in places that have trees along the street and such. Scientists can’t really answer why these and other strange things happen around trees, but they just do. So you see, as silly as it might sound to those theologicalists like Anthony & Co, trees are an example to me that there are things outside of our understanding, beyond our means, and inexpressible by our language.

Now if you’ll excuse me I must put on my sandals and go to hug the tree outside