[ holland, keukenhof gardens. from yx]
I once heard, someone say, that god is in the details. More precisely, that someone had given it as a deliberate offhand advice to a young greenhorn who was all too quick to dash impressive strokes.
God is in the details-
I had forgotten pleasures and ideals that express themselves on earthly plains; i did not see that ideas and wishes are delineated according to simple lines. A person of heart helped me realise the first, and im glad -to keep with fairytale- one of letters taught me the second.
To live and write simply must be the greatest challenge of them all; we must learn to express with both ardour and clarity. This is probably parallel to the act of living: we must learn to love, uncomplicated, unburdened and complete.
And for each, im learning the importance of first receiving openly, without complicating. Daily i find we live messily and speak too crudely; daily i wake up vaguely remembering and continue on blind.
God is in the details,
and in the details of now.
a book going into the in-betweens of the writer who spawned that quote:
Le bon Dieu est dans le detail
for every each that we do not even imagine,
let us be vigilant for every that we know of