God, The Greatest Author

Whom Do You Work For?

Whom Do You Work For?
http://clinchitsoonerorlater.blogspot.com/2018/08/whom-do-you-work-for.html

No, not that.

What I meant was the one below...

God: The Greatest Author

God is the greatest author of all time. He is the one who creates and writes the scripts of the universe.

The rest of us are simply trying to catch up, which maybe, possibly collectively, we have a chance. We are over 7 billion now living, and counting. Most of us literate. Now most of us with the power to publish beyond messages in bottles floating across the numerous oceans and ponds of the earth, the third stone from our mid-aged sun.

All us writers and inhabitants of the Earth may be able to catch up with the all-time author. (Capitalized Author, Finisher, i.e. God, Allah, Y-hwei, etc.)

Probably not. We are just trying to come closer to that ultimate perfection.

Scientists have spent their whole lives doing it. Agriculturalists and the rest, too.

We all try to capture the essence and the glory of creation, of existence, of immortality or pre-mortality or post-mortality. The sum of everything.

All of us together and individually. James Michener, Moses, and JD Salinger.

I didn't mean to leave out women. Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, Isabel Allende. 

In the end, the One that does not openly write is the one who wrote it all. The Author of all time.

But we try to capture His words, his thoughts, His creations, His systems. 

Some write poetry, which may come close. Most poetry is less profane and more uplifting than most prose, on average. That goes into songs, too.

Prose can be idly subversive,  meandering onto paths and doldrums that  openly fight God and His glories. Like us, His fallen creatures. "All we like sheep, have gone astray." Like Isaiah wrote in the Good Book and later Handel popularized.

Thus we are, in essence, our prose. We are what we think and do and write. And read.

We think about what we read, we think about what we write. Or what we communicate by any fashion.

"How is your day? How was your weekend? How's the weather? What do think about what the President said? What did you think of the game? Did you see the film [that everyone refers to]?"

We are writing our own scripts.

We utter our own prayers.

And we can acknowledge where it all comes from or not.

We choose. We live. We die.

We write. We publish. And we press enter.

Enter in, or leave. You couch it how you will.