religious thought

A "new" (nothing is new) view on Creation:

In his Unbearable Lightness of Being, Kundera explains that while humans come from other humans, characters are created from an image. A new belief starts to take over me, inevitable, as I embrace and accept more and more my love for those that have created, before me, the image and the words of me. While human bodies may very well come from the combination of other two human bodies... (And I thank my mother and father for their great love to each other, lasting however long it lasted)
All of the rest of a human existence cannot, to me, be reduced anymore to the studies of pshycology. While the human body is created of the human body, so many other parts of the self are, I now believe, created from pieces of the world, that may or may not have been accessed by those called our parents. Works of art, acts of love, random life moments, experiences lived and manufactured by other beings, in moments past may have the beauty and strenghth to create a fragment of someone to come. Fragments of an existence that excedes that specific moment and shines into some other form of being, in whatever random time or space.

Maybe we can divide the idea of epiphany into two: the epiphany of creation, and the epiphany of reception. (Dealing here with the art-related idea of epiphany, since I do not yet comprehend greater meanings). The epiphany of creation is the moment in which the brief experience of the divine is translated into a creation of art: words to a poem or prose, a perfect shot for a photographer, the precise brushstroke or line, a sequence of movements... That one "inspiration" moment that makes creation of something REAL possible. In art, epiphany is possible not only in a creative moment, but also as a receptive epiphany: when the work of some other inspired soul touches you so deeply and imediately that you feel you have seen in it... truth. It is not mere "relating" rationaly to the work of art, it is not subtle "identifying" something of yours, and of the world in it. It is the great moment when you experience that particular work as it is, as it may be, as a whole. Sometimes it feels as a fast glimpse into a mirror. Not an ilusive inverted mirror, but a real mirror. What I believe now is that the moment of receptive epiphany is IN FACT a glimpse into one´s creation. One sees in that particular artistical fragment, a detail in one´s creation. Sometimes I am absolutely certain, when reading very specific words put together by Ana C, or Virginia, or lately Patti, that some parts of my existence have been created by precisely those words.

Maybe the receptive epiphany is not a vision of god, but a vision of our partial creator: that exact moment without which our existence, as it is, would not be possible. A glance at one´s self. I look at a specific Paul Klee painting, and I am sure for a fragment of a second, to have seen myself in it´s most crude form; to have seen a beam of light responsible for one of the cells of my existence, of my soul, of my experience.

I have come to believe that parts of my life and experience, personality and coincidences, reactions and loves have been created by fragments of someone´s life, in it´s artistical form.

Just to have it registered, a self-memo, this was the phrase that brought one spcific part of me to life:

"I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth"

by miss Patti Smith, to whom I would, if I could, dedicate entirely this new belief.