Worship the Creation, Not the Creator: An Immodest Proposal for Immodest Times

While writing about hunchbacked Nostradamus Steve Bannon, and other topics in the past year (mostly, but not all, Trump-related), I've often had the sense that I am (metaphysically speaking) sitting on the shoulders of something, unformed and drenched in darkness, but real and mutable and worth exploring further, no matter what the risk. Writing anything worthwhile is usually about this sort of exploration or quest to uncover the large, masked forms of our existence, and this process requires commitment and trust, that we can figure out things as we go along, that creation (and storytelling) is an adventure of discovery, not the schematic unfurling of foreknowledge.