The First Draft

I’m feeling a little out of it tonight. My brain is racing all over the place, trying to put things into words that I really have no right to put into words. But this is about using the creative process to understand divinity, so it qualifies as part of Project Protagonist, doesn’t it?

So what I’m wondering is, are the ideas of the divinity of the world around us and the idea of a greater reality inherently contradictory?

On one level, sure, of course they are, but I’m a big fan of the quote about the opposite of a great truth also being true. A reflection in the water can be beautiful even if the water is troubled, or even be made more beautiful by the pattern of ripples.

There is a kind of perfection in imperfection. The first draft of a story is imperfect, and yet it is the most raw, most honest form of creation.

The act of editing, polishing, and correcting is moving close to that divine perfection that casts the shadows, and is important too, but that doesn’t mean the shadows are any less a part of the beauty of existence. It’s easy to simplify the gnostic idea of the imperfect photocopy-of-a-copy of creation, the Demiurge pressing Sophia’s work up to the copier to make his own zine called The World, but I don’t see this world as a trap just because it is imperfect.

We learn through our rough drafts, and that learning process is just as real as the higher truth in the final draft.

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  1. The world is real. XD Matter matters. It’s just that matter as we see it is never the whole story. Matter is energy, but matter isn’t the same as energy: its properties are separate from energy.

    I don’t know, I feel like for us, like everyone, we don’t have trouble intuiting an external reality, or a divinity as being real and true. We just have trouble fully connecting it to this world because it lies outside our physical, mechanical experience and explanation. It’s that point you run out of words, it’s that place you feel a thing unquantifiable. See, I can’t do this, either. We reach a point where our understanding and explanation is running an asymptote to the full weight of what’s out there.

    And I think I follow with what you’re saying. I don’t believe that our circumstances make us or this world imperfect. I think it needs to be this way, if for no other reason than not being able to fully comprehend keeps us striving. It keeps us vital. Keeps us thinking and creating and struggling to get closer and closer to that zero mark, until we sit back and realize the purpose all along was the graph we were plotting much more than reaching a limit.

    Besides, we’re in a constantly expanding universe, continually filling with entropy and complexity.

    To me, what you’re saying in some tangential sense is the world is being created around us (maybe by us?). I could see that.It’s all pushing out and around and exploding in every direction, always giving us one more horizon to reach for.

    And then, what the heck would that be if it’s over? I can’t see being “finished” as ever truly satisfying on a macrocosmic level.

    Do I have it at all, or am I way off in left field? XD

      1. Nah, I just stole from theoretical physics with a little computational theory on the side.

        One thing in particular that you expressed: “I don’t see this world as a trap just because it is imperfect”.

        Dude, that nails it, right there. It’s a very accessible conclusion. 🙂

        But this has me thinking: did I ever tell you about The Tao of Physics? I think you would like that book.

  2. Hermann Hesse’s “Siddharta” had something about that. After leaving a life of asceticism, the title character said something like how nobody can read a story in a book by hating the language. I think the reflection in the pool wouldn’t only be beautiful in its own way despite not being exactly like the divine, but for many of us that reflection might be the only way to see the divine at all. If you grant that, then not only are the two not contradictory, but they become inextricable from one another…

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