Fragments of Infinity

I can feel it now, I can taste its fresh and unique flavour. This is no exotic dish of food, no this experience is richer than that. In a being bound, restricted by his own physical transcription, this is unique because it knows no bounds, no limits, it is free to wander into infinity. This is a thing of legend, it is the fragment of God that every human being is blessed with. It is a creative thought, a fragment of Infinity.

From the time of the evolution of the first ape to our present specification as homo sapiens, our minds have searched for these 'fragments'. The fragments taught us to create tools out of the raw products of nature, we then used our tools in manners revealed to us by these fragments to conquer our environment, and now we are dependent on the products of these fragments, we live by their rules, we need them. But you already know this right ? This is an old story told many times and I will not bore you by retelling an old story. Instead I'm after something else. What I'm after is the answer to a deeper question, one that banks on the definition of a human being. I want to know what drives our quest to find these fragments ? Why are we creative ?Why did we shape nature into those tools ? Why do people write poems ? Why does Hollywood create movies ? Why do you love to watch them ? Why do scientists sit in labs around the world looking for new ways to manipulate matter and the rest of the world around us ? Why am I writing this blog ? You may think all these questions have different answers, but I challenge you to think further, because I believe that all these questions share a common answer hidden at the root, and in that root lies a single word that describes humanity better than any other ; uncontent. We are uncontent beings, unlike any other animal on this planet we have somehow developed a critical eye. We see imperfection around us, and we strive for create eutopia. So you see imperfection is necessary for creativity. If everything was perfect we would not need creativity, we would not need imagination, we would not need to change anything.

Now such insight draws me to ask an intriguing question ; God is often refered to as the Lord and the Creator. What drove God to create the world ? Could it be that there is a hint of imperfection hidden within the perfect being ? Or perhaps there is no such thing as perfection, because there is something imperfect about the perfect. If God was unsatisfied with the present imperfect state of the world, why would he let it persist if a perfect world existed ? The problem with perfection is it is bland ... and even God likes the taste of something fresh and exotic every now and again.