Soliliquy
- Christopher R. Moore, Editor
Greetings and salutations. Creation. What a process it is. An infinite variety of mediums in which it may proceed. Exempla gratis: In principio creavit Deus caelum et terram. Vishnu Purana.. The emergence from a cosmic ovum. An "earth-diver". Choices, choices, choices. Questions teem: How are we here? What's the deal with our existence? Why? Do we, perhaps, owe the existence and being of our Universe and World and Self to God our Father, a Grand Architect, Paley's Watchmaker. With His omniscient and omnipotent hand he brushed the Oils of matter and meaning over some great Canvas set lovingly over an equally great Easel, with all the skill of an infinite Michaelangelo. Or instead of pigments, we could all be figments of an infinite Imagination, metaphoric neurons with allegoric synapses firing this way and that. Try this on for size: our world, alas, may not be able to thank a Father for his sperm, a Progenitor for his impetus. Creation, in that case, could have a Mother, the maternal laws of nature. The caring, kneading fingers of logic and gravity and chance and thermodynamics may be the at root of our history. Combinations and permutations of the cosmic ragoût of elements and kinetic energies working in unison with time, eras and epochs, endless eternal progression, ever-complex changes and mutations, as the means lead to, always temporary, yet momentarily permanent, ends. Perhaps miraculous and divinely inspired, or perhaps in absolute concordance with the laws of nature, mystery regarding our origin abounds. One more question: Is it, to inquire into the fundamental basis of previous curiosities, important to know of the Primus Mobila, the Original Force?-or is it sufficient and adequate only and even solely to recognize and know and appreciate the Result, the Effect? The magnificence of our Earth and Universe and Life is so very apparent. For all it matters, a