There's an image I once read in the Zohar, fairly near the beginning. Something with stones, something with the first thing, the foundation, the most ancient. Avnei Bohu. Bohu Stones. I imagined stones smooth like the ones on the seashore, elongated, smooth, but enormous, lying scattered. There are gaps between them. Through the gaps you see the primordial ocean, the waters of the deep, and in them the Leviathan swims. The water below is black. It feels like before the defini