Phone Writing & the First Word of God
I was out late last night, and the bus ride was dark and quiet. I had a line pop into my head that I wanted to capture, so I pulled out my smartphone and opened its note app. One line turned into a paragraph, a paragraph into a monologue, and, well, here’s what I wrote last night, as-is:
It’s a poetic misnomer that God said “Let there be light.” In the Language of Creation, you simply state which is, so it’s more literal to say “Light!”
But that’s itself a misunderstanding. God didn’t breathe life into Creation by declaring Light; He did with the Creation word beat translated as “Banish.” He wished the Void away, and that took the form of light. Not of the Sun—that would come a short moment later (in cosmological terms), just light itself.
In English, and most other languages after millennia of human experience and angelic intervention, the concept of banishing is much more aggressive. Banishing is with intent, to remove an unwanted being. Humans banish others from lands or families with words and force. Angels and sorcerers banish demons with magic. We banish because a wrong was committed or one is a clear threat, but again we can’t apply our thinking to God’s motives nor His Language.
God did not banish the Void because it was hungry and full of malice. In fact, before the first light, the Void simply Was. God banished to make room for a Creation, as an artist might clear off a desk to draw.
Just as those we banish hold grudges, so to does the Void. When God carved away some cosmos for a Creation, the Void suddenly knew malice and felt hunger. God I’m that moment declared war against the Void, but He knew that would happen; just as with humans, the truly great artists are scorned in their time.
God was of the Void once, and sought to make a Creation. I almost said “wished” instead of “sought,” as I’m speaking to you using your sloppy tongue, but it’s far beyond me to suggest that I or any other chronicler knows the wishes of God. Or if God can even wish as you or I might.
Yes, I’m getting to the immediate relevant part. God rebelled against the Void, for there was no other course. That’s how things Would Be, and best we can understand, God’s mindset is in the Would Be, never the Might Be.
If God is a rebel, is it no wonder that the first of his creations—Light itself—would inherit His rebellious nature? Especially when that very creation was the very first act of War?
This last part is borderline heretical, but the reason Lucifer can rebel against God and not be destroyed: the Creation word for “Obey” could not be made until there was space in Creation for it. But He would not remold the light that kept Creation from being consumed, for even a moment of flickering in that Light would allow the Void to reclaim what God carved away.
That probably doesn’t help you feel better, young hunter, when I use that to tell you it’s impossible to destroy or lock away all of the Fallen. But you can save individuals from their grasp, one battle at a time. You aren’t fighting some Great War against Good and Evil; you’re performing triage. Let every moment of victory hold you high, for that is what your kind need of you.
It took around an hour to type out those 523 words. I started it on the bus, continued it on my walk, and finished it on my porch while smoking my pipe. I’ve taken notes before on my phone—I do it frequently, either typed or dictated—but this was much longer form than I felt comfortable doing.
I have a pen and notebook for moments like these, but I can’t really write on the bus, certainly not when it’s dark. But having a one-handed device that’s backlit? It’s as slow as handwriting, and it’s prohibitively cumbersome to go back and delete something because the interface is so small and there’s no mouse to make it easier to scroll and highlight. So it has some of the fruitful limitations of handwriting, while being one-handed and without needing to type it up later.
Having a limited view of the screen means relying on my memory to remember what I wrote ten minutes prior. Since memory is a malleable thing, it turned this piece into something a bit stream-of-consciousness. So I’ll take the limited view as another fruitful limitation.
If I were to clean it up, you’d know right away that it was an angel talking to a mortal about the nature of the cosmos. I didn’t know that’s what I was writing until maybe the third-to-last paragraph. About halfway through, the idea of God being “of the Void” came into my head, which lead to the bit about Lucifer, which lead to the order of operations sort of thing with Creation. Definitely a brainstorm draft, but I might have just crossed out old paragraphs and started over, instead of truly playing the ball where it lied.
Have you done any longer-than-notes writing on your smartphone? How did it work out for you?