3 myths
Each story names the sources it was written from.
Mystics wrote down how far it is across God's little finger. Then they said He cries when one Jew is hurt, and hides it behind shut doors.
The throne's measures drown the mind in myriads of parasangs. Then a quieter voice says Israel's raw sigh is sweet and already heard.
The neck still took numbers, myriads stacked on myriads. Then the head rose, and Rabbi Yishmael's mouth found no word.
