Someone, having hands (or crustacean pincers) to get besmirched with world creation's work, will have a name; and, being named, or even briefly thought, Word-wise, exists as much as his parishioners. Later in our book, Isaiah will be said to have prognosticated his physical appearance with the following words--which, if anything, understate the case:

...he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

By this day of the week, the luminous plasma spheres have orgasmed such heavier elements as go into making floppy-eared rodents, that the Garden may be duly nibbled and pullulated.