IF ever there was a beginning
there was no god in
it
there was no
Verb
no
Voice
no
Word.
There was
nothing to say:
Let
there be light!
All
that story of Mr God switching on day
is just conceit.
Just man’s conceit!
—
Who
made the Sun?
—
My
child, I cannot tell a lie,
I made it!
George Washington’s Grandpapa!
All we can honestly imagine in
the beginning
is the
incomprehensible plasm of life, of creation struggling
and becoming light.