“These are the thin-veined, autumnal shade of God’s pleasure.” - and that was a beautiful sentence.
I’m struck by how the creation story begins with a void. We’re so boredom averse now, with our phones and Netflix to distract us from those empty moments where things percolate.
The idea of a void is hard to imagine now, definitely. Everything we make seems to prevent nothingness, as something to be avoided for fear of boredom. But that means there are fewer blank slates.
Thanks, Kevin. Genesis very much on my mind too. It clicked for me as a writer when I realised we’re all inside the story.
Fair point. Character, writer, maker, made — Genesis makes those terms interchangeable for us.
“These are the thin-veined, autumnal shade of God’s pleasure.” - and that was a beautiful sentence.
I’m struck by how the creation story begins with a void. We’re so boredom averse now, with our phones and Netflix to distract us from those empty moments where things percolate.
Glad you liked the phrase!
The idea of a void is hard to imagine now, definitely. Everything we make seems to prevent nothingness, as something to be avoided for fear of boredom. But that means there are fewer blank slates.