I have always wondered if God hangs literature and art on his astral refrigerator door with half planet magnets. Could Shakespeare and Da Vinci there? Romeo and Juliet on parchment....words appearing....written in gold. The Mona Lisa...frowning...then smiling when God claps his hands.
These silly thoughts pop in my head and rush to my dancing puppet fingers on the keyboard. I am thinking that God must be much like our parents. Children create stories, poems or works of art in elementary school and bring them home to show mom and dad. Many of the master pieces wind up stuck on the refrigerator door. Most are later sneaked into the trash with a feeling of guilt until the parent remembers the child picking it's nose while eating the reward of a cup cake.
How much mediocre..man made crap does God toss into a black hole? You know...I bet he wads it up...fresh from our brains and tries to hit a three pointer in the swirling dark mass. I can see the Angels rolling on heaven's ground..laughing because God used a piece of "Abstract, multimillion dollar art" to swat the goofy angel that brought it to his attention.
We writers and artists struggle to bring forth great works....wishing to amaze the critics...be rewarded with fame and fortune so that we might wallow in the limelight of having our name searched on Google a thousand times an hour. As the world bows at the feet of our egos...God....probably looks at our works and says to his secretary Angel,"Remember when the monkey burned his ass on the fire and made that cave drawing about it....put this in that file."
I've often wondered if God ever says,"What the hell is that?" I bet he has said that a lot during the Pulitzer nominations. I also wonder if God has ever used the word,"Oops!" He surely had to have used it when he created the Platypus....crossing a beaver with a duck?
The "Funny file" has to be God's favorite file. I'll bet they go from his refrigerator door, straight to the file. My wife has a bunch of refrigerator hangings stored away in a trunk. We get them out once in a while and laugh at the weird stick people and our kid's barely legible handwritten poetry or stories. We never saved the well crafted things because they just weren't humorous.
We writers and artists go from a pat on the head and cupcakes...hopefully...to a pat on the back and a large check!
From the scribbles of children to the great writings and art works of adults....which would be on God's refrigerator door? Which would wind up in the black hole trash can? Which would God keep in his trunk?
If it makes him smile....I'll bet he saves it.
