Standing in the
shower a couple of days ago I started to
think about creation - not the Creation
but simply making something that
wasn't there before - like this,
I suppose. First
it was a thought...then words typed on
a keyboard...inserted into software...digital
drawing added.... uploaded to the internet...and
finally: a Blog Post. Not worthy of
the fancy name creation yet
fitting the description of something which
didn't exist before I caused it to exist.
Our
articulated thoughts - however repetitious,
witty, profound, perceptive,
polished, crude, cliché, original or derivative,
are our products and we are floating in an
ocean of our own and other people's products.
The books on our shelves, the CDs, DVDs,
downloads, pictures, posters and objects
we cherish demonstrate our need to be
fed by the creations of those minds we choose
to consort with, as well as our own urge
to be creators. We feel that creativity is
a state to be attained, nurtured, promoted,
prized and rewarded. When we are not being
creative we feel guilty, worthless, ordinary.
We worship at the altar of the Great Creatives
and aspire to be in their pantheon, or to
knock them out of it, or to serve them.
But what if
it all vanished suddenly? Not
a single book on our shelves, nothing
on our walls, blank pages in notebooks
where there were poems, stories, sketches,
ideas. Nothing on television, nothing
on the internet, nothing in the cinema,
theatre, club, gallery, museum, concert
hall. Whoosh! All gone. Silence.
So, standing in the
shower, this is what I was thinking. Creation, as
I experience it, comes out of nothingness.
Silence. The absence of creations.
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