by G E Barr

Created on: June 11, 2010

The Importance of Creativity in Evolution

"Morning has broken, like the first morning...Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning..."  -Cat Stevens

He is pitiful and wandering upon the earth starving for love and recognition.  He wages war and kills his own.  He devises schemes to imprison others and makes lives deviously hard.  Driving women and children to their knees.  Creating a cycle of serfdom and woe.   He demands loyalty and morality.  In return he gives hell.  He rapes, robs, tortures and slanders.  He stands with his hand held out niggling for every dime the poor have.  The poor wallow in their misery and smear it about.

Mankind is a pathetic waste of time and mournful reminder that there must be something greater within this universe.  Why else would we have survived, mankind?

I recall wonderful drawings upon a cave wall in France.  Such a simple time, no doubt.

As the good doctor grabs at whatever utensils are available to stop the bleeding of a patient in the throes of heart surgery, all his knowledge of facts and anatomy did not give him the creativity to create valves for that heart.  It came from somewhere.  Religious fanatics would fight with atheists as to where that creativity came from.  Wasn't he born with it?  With that ability to hold an imagined object within his imagination and then form it?  It seems to come from him regularly.  Does that mean a good spirit is with him continually, or does he have amazing genes which ping him?  Where did he get the freedom of thought to independently do such a thing?

The mother who's baby feeds at her breast, sings a soft lullaby for that baby.  Without that song what is she, but an animal feeding her young?  What would have become of Edgar Allen Poe, that poor little baby who drank whiskey in his bottle, had he not been gifted with the talent of writing?  We might know him for something much less.  And worse.

To the moon!  He cries.  And to the moon he goes.  He first imagined himself there, walking upon that very foreign soil.

Columbus, that treacherous or adventuresome sir, depending on your political point of view, had maps.  Maps, especially in the day of Columbus required creativity.  Without some sort of accurate map, the new world could not have been found.

I cannot even fathom the misery of being a frontier woman.  Dirt floor.  One room. 

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