All Flesh Is Not The Same, There Is One For Men, Another of Beasts, One Of Birds, And One of Fish

Inanimate, ethereal and timeless
impalpable, substantial, aerial and spineless
Lyrical in its temperament, poetic in its everlasting vow
But oh how can we begin to see what can never be tasted or touched
In mystery and in awe, the ineffable, the empyrean and the divine
No ordinary emotion, a transcendent conception of imaginary time
Yet there is no mind that can quite understand the divinity