The world we live in is one that is ever-changing, a tempest of vivid color and possibility. It is a world ruled by humans, though this does not mean we are in charge. And, no, I am not speaking about some divine being residing over the world with an omniscience eye.
On earth, humanity is not alone. We are not a singular existence. All that we are floods into all that is around us. The ‘cor’ of us, should we use medicinal terminology, centers around the power of creation. The ability to create, to invent, coupled with the capacity to learn and evolve, enables humanity to do anything we set our minds on.
We can build towering buildings that reach the skies. It was humans that found a means to fly and then to travel to the stars. Should one go to a historic site, or to an art gallery or to a concert, it is, once more, human creation we witness around us. Granted, there are natural creations all around is. One only needs to look out their front- or backdoor to see the wonder of the world for him- or herself.
Nature is truly miraculous. However, what does it mean to ‘create?’
To understand this, one must understand that creation stems from imagination. I would say many artists are asked where they get their ideas. I have often asked the very same question to my favorite books and movies. Never did I get an answer. Inanimate objects are not yet able to respond.
It wasn’t until I was much older that I found the answer. Thoughts and ideas, inspiration, can be found wherever we look. Even the most terrifying of forces can be a spark that ignites a blazing inferno. How many horrors do we see on the news? How many heartbreaking stories do we see when we walk down a street in a part of town that is essentially dead?
Think of witnessing a dam breaking. See the water surging forth, stones breaking as the force of the water is propelled out of cracks along a stone barricade. Hear the roar of a river unleashed, see the world below toppled under the water’s rage. Feel the earth rippling under your feet, trembling as the earth is trampled by water so fierce it might as well be thousands of pounds of unyielding concrete.
Somewhere else in the world, a wildfire eats through a forest. It is both beautiful and tragic, a world old and ancient gone in a span of hours. Hear the crackling of the flames, feel the heat on your skin. All that was is gone, nothing more than ash on the wind. On the same hand, the ashes give birth to new growth like a phoenix reborn from the remains of its death. Under a blanket of black char, something green starts to grow.
Two different sorts of natural disasters are quick to remind humanity that, while we may be at the top of the food chain, we are certainly not in control. The world we live in is not ours alone. This world of ours is a place we share with living creations and the rumbling undercurrents that forms the earth we stand upon. Alive and powerful.
Those disasters gave birth to a human invention that captivates and scares many: movies and books based around natural disasters. I’ve seen many of the first, too many to name. The Sci-Fi channel is renowned for its movies in this genre. How many shows has it aired that feature these sorts of issues? How many focuses on potential life-altering disasters such as super volcanoes, unexpected ice ages, global warming, and meteors falling from space? Too many to name, I would dare say. Certainly too many to count, nor would I ever be tempted to try.
Creation and humanity go hand-in-hand.
The human brain is naturally inclined to try and unravel puzzles far older than any can dare guess. In a world both beautiful and harsh, forgiving and not, it is the art of creation that gives human a light to starve back the darkness.