It is the twelfth week of gestation, fourteen weeks in the counting. A body grows and becomes. There, on its form, is stamped its destiny: To be a person, image of God, partner in creation, lover of the world.
The body in which it will know life is taking shape. On its face, there is a nose. The human nose, beacon of the face. The nose that breathes the air of the world, smells the creation, tastes the pleasures of life. The nose of a human being stretches forward from the face. Not a beak, not a snout, center bone and two nostrils. The letter shinsha.
From the body stretch forth the arms and the hands, the humanoid arms and hands. Mark of us creatures who stand upright. With these arms we reach, we lift, we carry, we hold. We stretch forth our arm, we bend it. We hold others to us, body to body, face to face.