But that wasn't it. The world is continually being recreated, with each new generation of humans and even as new galaxies form. On very personal levels and also on a cosmic level.
...and I feel like I should have even more profound things to say, but I can't even think of them. Or maybe I just have vague ideas that I don't know how to put into words yet. Or maybe I'm just afraid of sounding corny. I really should know which it is, shouldn't I? :)
I've been sort of thinking about unfinished creation in the last week. Why? Probably because I recently looked through some old needlework I did a couple years ago for my (failed) Etsy shop. I figure I won't sell those pieces now, so I gave one to my boyfriend for Christmas and put another one on my altar.
The one I placed my altar says "Praise then creation unfinished." That's a line from The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. le Guin. It's a masterpiece of a novel, and I've never had anything else on my altar that I found so thought provoking as this simple bit of needlework.
Slightly off topic, but the needlework I gave my boyfriend was the opening line of Tolkien's The Hobbit. I also made a cross stitch Cutethulhu for him a couple months ago.