Creation

I’m in one of those moods again, and I find myself here often, where I have an overwhelming, innate desire to create. The desire for creation is one which I believe that God has inset in everyone of us from the moment of our conception, not the physical conception that results in the birth of a human personage, but divine conception (not to be confused with the immaculate conception) whereupon God weaves us together, at some point in His neverending mind, one by one, individually receiving divine influence at our own creation. This desire must stem from being made in His likeness with the understanding that His nature must contain somewhere at its root the same desire for creation. How else could existence have been spoken into existence? Throughout my life this desire to create has manifested itself in innumerable forms. As a child I played with Legos, and numerous other similar toys based on the building block concept. I always use the directions that come in the box to make the space ship or boat or whatever the set is intended to build, but it never lasts long, the desire always surfaces to build something better, cooler, stronger, more powerful, but above all original. I used to even have a sketchbook, though I would never share my complete inability to draw with you. That desire to create, and create something original, has carried me into sound mixing, computer graphics, poetry, video editing, I even try to play guitar. What I can never figure out is, what is the natural resolution of this desire? Can I ever create something that fulfils my desire to create? What would that take? I have to assume that the only logical fulfillment of that desire would have to be the creation of perfection. But does the poet strive for the perfect poem, does the painter strive for the perfect painting, does/did God strive for the perfect creation? Apart from the latter, which I do not begin to approach an understanding of, the answer is clear. Yes, and no. There are times when an artist or a poet strives for something that would be viewed as the technical pinnacle of their vocation, but in many cases they come nearer to achieving they come nearer to achieving that lofty plain when their intent is something much nearer to expression, when their desire is simply to put a piece of themselves into their work and perhaps convey a little meaning, a little insight, a little epiphany, that is otherwise impossible to convey. Is that the true goal then? The impossible? Again, yes and no. What about beauty? So often beauty seems to be the de facto desire when the creations of a person, perhaps deemed to be an artist, are taken in. Once more, yes and no, so often beauty is pushed aside in favor for the grotesque or sublime. I believe that it is painfully clear that this is another question that I will not receive the answer to till I can ask God himself someday in the hereafter, for I believe that the actual answer to that lies in the very meaning for existence’s creation. For now, I’ll simply turn my desire for creation back towards Peperdine and see if I can’t manage to create a humanities term paper, after all, it is Friday night, why wouldn’t I be doing homework?