“The imagination creates reality rather than imitates it.” I read those words in the article, “Hanif Kureishi: What they don’t teach you at creative writing school.” I know why I love reading and writing so much. It is creation, pure creation. I know God exists because I also create, and I am made in His image. Recently, I watched Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey, and Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson explained our cosmic address. We are so insignificantly, immeasurably tiny compared to the multiverse. We are cells, atoms, quarks of some strange fabric. We are part of something and live for something that we can’t even fathom. And as small as we are, there are even smaller pieces to ourselves.
Infinitely small.
Infinitely large.
I love the idea that I exist by the grace of God’s spectacular imagination.
Infinitely small.
Infinitely large.
I love the idea that I exist by the grace of God’s spectacular imagination.