Creation is an act of wonder. It is the tangible utterance of a unique moment, formed by a billion particles of experience. It is the conscious orchestration of the realms of our subconscious possessions. It is the triumphant insistence of our own precious existence.
Creation is the moment in which, no matter how subtle, we are all gods. In our fragile mortality, we can only make marks in our placentas, pushing toward the tender walls from which there may be no hatching.
Does it matter? Does it make a difference? But nevertheless, we must create, for creation is the opposite of entropy; the fervent decision to live. With my feeble scratchings, I am barely beginning to learn its language.
-- Susan E Walton
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