When I was a child I used to think that God was a super parent, a supreme judge of the Supreme Court. I have concluded that God is just a crazy artist.
Why else would this world be so beautiful? Why else would the clouds be so wonderfully every changing? Only an artist, a sprite driven to be constantly creating would have made the eyes of a fly so full of color and form.
Who else but an artist would create a creation the keeps on recreating itself? Who else but an artist would have created something so wonderfully inefficient like the song of a bird? Or created something as peaceful as a lake, as restful as a sunset and has warm as a hug?
Like God, we earn earn our keep through creativity, have to be open and permit the crazy artist who is inside us all to come out and play.
Sincerely,
Zave Smith
www.zavesmith.com
Why else would this world be so beautiful? Why else would the clouds be so wonderfully every changing? Only an artist, a sprite driven to be constantly creating would have made the eyes of a fly so full of color and form.
Who else but an artist would create a creation the keeps on recreating itself? Who else but an artist would have created something so wonderfully inefficient like the song of a bird? Or created something as peaceful as a lake, as restful as a sunset and has warm as a hug?
Like God, we earn earn our keep through creativity, have to be open and permit the crazy artist who is inside us all to come out and play.
Sincerely,
Zave Smith
www.zavesmith.com
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