Sometimes I long for creation
by slow, repetitive accretion:
Stalactites and stalagmites,
Brick on brick to make a building.
A journey of countless paces.
Knitting.
The satisfaction and surprise of completion.
It is creation without knowing it.
It just happens.
Like ageing.
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Surely evolution by jumping around & trying new things is a quicker way, & lots more fun.
Some of us prefer living by slow accretion
“Accretion” … I sense that word has captured you … sound-wise I hear its cousin-word… ‘creeping’ … a gentle creeping, like water dripping in the cave you took us into – shaping rock.
Thanks for this comment. I like the idea of being captured by accretion!