Bio Note: I live on a small property in Wilberforce, a historical village northwest of Sydney. I lean strongly to the left. I am passionate about public education. I deplore how opportunity is so unequally proportioned. I hate labels, pigeonholing, prejudice, discrimination and all kinds of judgmentalism. After fifty years, I’m still crazily in love with my wife. Other loves: bushwalking, bicycles and buddies.
In the beginning, I’ve read, there was darkness and something indefinable hovering on the water, after which, on what has been called the “First Day”, there was light, then life, a cell or two, somehow multiplying and changing in the murky water. In Days Two to Five, land appeared, continents shifted and buckled, mountains rose, magma flowed and changing creatures crawled from the sea and slime. On land now parched desert sand, thick forests grew, collapsed, and in burial were transformed, their hidden energy stored for a future polluting time. Sea, sky and land filled with teeming life and ferocious beasts arose, gigantic, roaring, snarling, roaming the earth or stretching membrane wings to fly or raging and plunging in the deep water. Huge meteors struck the earth. Catastrophes of flood and ice buried and marked in stone myriads of delicate, beautiful remnants, the recorded shapes and patterns of the long, complex and changing ages of earth. On Day 6 an animal different from other animals --gifted, extraordinary, creative, endlessly inventive-- stood upright, decorated the walls of caves, made melody more wonderful than sweetest birdsong, built, named and categorized the world, wrote, loved, laughed, hated, forgave, desired revenge, contemplated the moon and the stars, looked backwards and forwards, sought to understand mortality, grieved for loss, longed for life, grasped at eternity, and desiring dominion, picked up and swung a club. Machines scurried across earth and sky, penetrating the edges of the heavens. digging huge holes, and from their waste smoke poured into the sky and littered the planet until the earth in anguish cried out and floods, storms and days of heat and cold came until it seemed that darkness was descending and some, filled with anxiety, cried out in fear at what may be coming upon the earth. So now, after all this time, after all this progress and regress, after species have come and gone over millennia but now with increasing rapidity, it comes down to a man at a computer thinking and typing about this blue planet, --this green earth, this miracle of teeming abundance evolving over vast millennia, this rotating revolving sphere of cloud, sea and land carving its repetitive path through the darkness of space, this planet that grew animals so brilliant that their heads were in the stars, yet so restricted by their plodding feet of clay-- and as he types, he’s challenging the consequences of human dominance and taking problematic issues of warming, overpopulation and nuclear holocaust to their absolute extreme, wondering if this earth will again return to its ancient origin and that the fabled Day 7, the Day of Rest, is a day where restless humanity is silenced, where all is once more quiet and still and only darkness covers the face of the mighty deep.
©2023 Neil Creighton
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