"The whole of Mount Sinai was asmoke because G-d had descended upon it in fire." [ Exodus 19:18]
Blazing heated fiery explosiveness hotter than Hell, a vision of G-d descending onto Moses as a burning bush, leaves on fire, getting hotter and hotter by the minute, shading one's sensitive eyes from the brightness, brighter than flashing gold, like hot coins flying forth as seeds from a bush that is blazing, tablets in the arms of Moses etched in stone the commandments to be felt in the rock with your fingers, deep crevices into stone, words that are guidance, chiseled into the rock to speak with the holy words, fire and brimstone, a hot strong blacksmith in a flash of lightening.
A burning bush that talks, an echo of His words like lava blowing up and out of a volcano, slipping down in a mountain slide destroying impurities blown in ashes like soot from an impure ground.
Thundering voices high in tonality giving the orders as a Covenant never to be broken from generation to generation.
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