THE mystery of creation is the divine urge of
creation,
but it is
a great strange urge, it is not a Mind.
Even an artist knows that his
work was never in his mind,
he could never have thought it before it
happened.
A strange
ache possessed him, and he entered the struggle,
and out of the struggle with
his material, in the spell of the urge
his work took place, it came to pass, it stood
up and saluted
his
mind.
God is a great
urge, wonderful, mysterious, magnificent
but he knows nothing
beforehand.
His urge
takes shape in flesh, and lo!
it is creation! God looks himself on it in
wonder, for the first time.
Lo! there is a creature, formed! How
strange!
Let me
think about it! Let me form an idea!