In the beginning, the Father fell in love with a reality-yet-to-be. Within her womb -- the spaciotemporal vacuum, he planted a divine seed of quantum concentration and potentiality. This seed then sprouted and burst open into an explosion of colors, nebulae, stars, galaxies, and other things that as yet remain behind a veil. And then on a little planet called Earth, the first seed of organic carbon-based life was planted in the soil of primordial mystery, watered by the Spirit as it hovered over, and from originary stardust it rose up to evolve through mystical multiplication and increasing intricacy.
And over an epic of millions of years, it became fully human, dangling like a leaf from a magnificent biogenetic tree. The tree did not need the leaf to survive of course, but the leaf -- although it may have had the potential to be the most magnificent fruit of the greatest intrinsic worth -- still needed the tree to survive, and is realizing over time that in order to survive, it has to seek the preservation of the tree as its own mother. Unfortunately, it has failed in this respect and has refused to bear the fruit latent in its DNA.
Now there are religious ideologies propagating a false consciousness which seek to eliminate the need for this preservation and conservation through the indoctrination of an ideology rooted in a "Platonism for the people," a doctrine which points them away from ecological concerns towards a sure and hopeful afterlife. The irony lies in the name of this ideology: "conservatism," which really turns out to be the conservation of "my wants, my greed, my self-entitled status and its benefits" over and above the conservation of the whole which gives us life. But by separating the Father from the whole, they argue that the whole can go to waste while the Father, who for some reason remains always ironically outside the "whole," raptures us out into another reality, one which is disconnected from this reality -- the one built on the blood and sweat of the oppressed -- and into another one "out there" preserved for the privileged and elite -- just another silver platter on their plate of plenty.
But I have a challenge based upon the very text of archaic authority which they yield as a hegemonic weapon to sever our cognitive dissonance and pacify us with false peace. The Genesis creation week takes a whole six days rather than one fraction of a second (perhaps this poem is trying to tell us that God did take some time?), and the second creation narrative points to the fact that YHWH planted seeds which then sprouted on their own and became a garden as opposed to an instantaneous creation (and as an aside, an instantaneous creation was Augustine's preference based out of his own neoplatonic presuppositions).
But from another more beautiful perpective based upon the person as a microcosm of creation in nature (yes, I know, it sounds a bit anthropocentric but I don't intend it that way anymore than the implications of the mystification of repeated mathematical and geometric patterns all throughout nature do). This is best told as a story, myself not being the candidate for the character in a first person narration since it would sound awkward, and so on I will go with hypothetical anybody's personal creation story of evolutionary unfolding. There's a hypothetical girl. When her parents came together in love, her father committed through erotic expression an act of inception in her mother's womb, and through this inception formed a seed. The seed then multiplied, grew, and evolved in the womb of her mother, eventually becoming a human being.
A nine month epic of evolution from a single cell to a human girl. How is this different from an epic of millions of years of evolution from a single cell to a person?
Microcosm and macrocosm. It seems like a decent enough parallel, although it may just be an arbitrarily drawn metaphor. Whatever the case may be, Christian theology is flooded with metaphors, microcosms and macrocosms (take for example the fact that Moses's basket in the Nile is the same word for "ark" in the flood narrative, and that in the Hebrew language is said to be made of the same two materials). So for whatever this tale is worth, maybe it will turn some conservative heads toward the epic of evolution as a grand unifying story with theological precedents calling for a "conservative" approach to the environment, ecological concerns, and the "conservative" preservation of our magnificent biogenetic tree.
