Beauty was everywhere when the man first awoke. A gurgling river meandered through the aroma of bright flowers and tall grasses, and under the shade of pleasant trees whose leaves danced before the breeze. Birds were perching in the trees’ branches, swimming on the water, and flying through the air, crying out glorious songs. Animals danced all around, purring, bleating, neighing, barking, calling, roaring with delight. That is what the man beheld, the moment when he heard Áronyeh speak to him and he opened his eyes.
“Rayôn.”

Áronyeh, the Mighty One. So begins the record of Arah’s beginning. For Arah indeed had a beginning, and one day it shall have an end. Áronyeh, the Mighty One. In the first tongue he revealed this, his name; it means “He Is.” For he indeed is; he alone has no beginning, and he shall never have an end. This is the story of the beginning, and it must begin with him who never began. Before the beginning, there was no time – and then Áronyeh spoke, and Arah began. Are not these things still known to man?