(at the end of the day)
The world needs some good aestheticians...
this is not my calling...
or perhaps it is a calling for all of us...
or should be, at least.
to know what it means to create, as creations of the creator, whose creativity we reflect.
that was mentioned in my contemporary issues class today.
ooh ooh. This just make me think of something that God cannot be that we can--
a creator and a creation, simulataneously...or can He? If He is eternally begotten of Himself?
I mean, I guess Jesus was a carpenter. Thats creating.
He was also created, er, begotten...eternally.
created. begotten. not the same. Comparable? probably.
I like thinking of things God cannot be. (the list is shorter than things that He actually is)
It makes people unconfortable to know that God cannot contradict himself.
i wonder why?
A product of the western mind? God is entirely outside logic?
eh i don't think so. i mean, He created it.
Hah. Senior year in Graham's worldview class..hot topic--
Can God make a squircle?
You know, a square circle.
"YES! He can, He's God, He can do anything"
Not that which is logically impossible, since He gave the world Its order, and IS its order,
He can't not be Himself.
What a silly thing to conceive of.
But He does take unexpected, albeit not illogical, forms, i.e. a man, who creates.
Oh. back to square one. Creating.
My mind likes these circles. Not squircles.
Or maybe my mind does like squircles--things that are impossible to think about.
Eternity, for instance.
But thats not logically impossible, just Annie's mind impossible.
Thats why we create sometimes, i think, to suspend reality and enter into things that are logically possible, yet not quite possible to concieve of linearly.
Conceiving of eternity linearly. Thats a funny, impossible, thought.
Concieving of eternity at all? minimally possible, by analogy, abstraction. I think.
What if all of creation is eternally being created in the mind of God and then experienced by us? heresy?
Possibly. Maybe not. Maybe we can't know, logically.
Fun to think about.
Its not fun to think about getting up tomorrow though, in five hours.
What an odd trip into my mind. Sometimes i think I'm crazy.
maybe i am.