CREATION
Creation certainly may be a very tired topic. As to whether anything really is created, or whether everything that seemingly exists might be something like warmed-over hash, gosh! -- that kind of question may be fun and apparently everlasting. My own view on creation tilts toward always being the Proustian view, which likely was multiplexly borrowed and reborrowed long before Marcel Proust ever issued his enunciation thereof. (Thus is life and liveliness?)
Never may I, a rather dead and slow variety of liveliness, have come very close to pinning or nailing down the precise Proustian formula on creation. For one thing, my French remains sinfully and wickedly far from impeccable. For another thing, I more than tend toward complete mindlessness -- that is, toward probably never having been quite fully put together or created or assembled. Anyway -- Proust's apparent concept or dictum on creation may have managed to be something like: "The world wasn't created at some point in the past but is created every day." Might such stating always very readily be adjusted toward the millisecond or the nanosecond? I might guess or suppose so.
Did not various Greek philosophers, incidentally, revel, or perhaps at least seem likely to have reveled, in considerations about great mutability? Didn't Heraclitus (as some possible example) manage and wield a kind of dreaminess based on rather strict notions of life as "very fluid"? This (this; this-here) hodgepodge of twaddle, by the way, likely has a way of -- if not actually quite flowing -- wandering and meandering, n'est-ce pas? Would M. M. Proust, by the way, give me some sort of credit for having inserted into these lines a modicum of maybe etched français?

Your creation has created much interest, Bruce. As the French may say. "Il est grande".....or they may not.

Dear **Eunice**: Your answer may stir
much glory in ~moi~ -- an olde cur.
I guess that all nations
desire such creations
as doggedly summon a GRRRR!

As the world was created
So man was berated.

Jo x

Dear **Jo**: Your quite perfect response
reminds me my name is ~Alphonse.~
I serve as: ~~a waiter
unable to cater
to concepts rich dreams might ensconce.~~