I’ve been a bit delinquent in writing posts lately, but hopefully I will write at least one or two more before the one-year anniversary of Stone Soup. In the meantime, I’d like to quote one of my favorite poems that seems fitting for this holiday. I’m an athiest (and so was Vonnegut), but I think the message is the same.
God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, “Sit up!”
“See all I’ve made,” said God, “the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars.”
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn’t have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn’t even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
–Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat’s Cradle