Creativity: Sounds so innocent a subject. In my universe I had made damned sure it was watered down. Only wimps and art teachers ever spoke about it.
Here’s the reason why:
The creators are a pretty tight bunch when fighting outsiders. But amongst themselves they are as vicious as could be imagined to one an other.
So much destruction and mayhem had been done in the name of creativity. Ginger’s explosion which ruined my big bang was but one example and a very minor one to boot. They were all involved. Every creator had used his ‘creativity’. Things done in the ‘hallowed name of creativity’ were, well simply extremely and devastatingly ugly.
The creators had eventually set up a creativity council. This was meant to regulate creativity. This august body was set up in the suitable surroundings of this very university where I was undergoing my review.
They had solved little. The fights and wrangling on the various sub committees were many and intricate in cause, course and nature. So there was a lot done in the name of creativity – but absolutely no creativity.
So I knew that I was edging out into an impenetrable mine field, which was bound to explode.
To illustrate my fear all three of them intensified in color and hue. Vortex was throbbing and managed to look mean, Ginger was an incredible rust color with the deep red drops dribbling from him. The Chairman hair was still incredibly white but highlighted by faint but distinct red flashes. His eyes projected streaks of lightening. The smells were sulphorous yet distinctly different. They were preceded by a shattering, deafening, ominous silence.
‘What would you like to discuss?’ I asked.
I immediately regretted asking as the chairman turned on my.
‘ I really thought that we asked the questions and you answered. Is this another form of your creativity? Creativity is in the hands of the creator. It is not ‘free will’’.
Well I had really set them off.
This was an opening that Ginger was bound to utilize to the fullness of his sanctified viciousness.
I braced. I knew what was coming. Another diatribe about using maths and certainty to build physical and chemical certitudes that were unmovable, immutable and achingly boring, was in the offing. The choice was of the creators only.
How many time had I heard that?
I looked at Ginger.
The little cretin was as happy as he ever could be. He let Vortex speak.
I was so dumbfounded that I missed her question.
It was a relief to know that Ginger so hated the Chairman that he would not align himself with him even if it meant missing a chance to pulverize me.
I caught up with Vortex.
‘ I never quite understood how the ‘Ten Instructions’ were linked to sex’, she asked or stated.
Chairman reasserted his authority ‘He calls them ‘Commandments’, I believe’.
Ginger couldn’t control himself any longer. ‘Freedom of choice, my dear. No creativity by planning just choosing. Bad choice’ oh dear, that’s you gone, next one’s turn.’ New choices all round. Piffle complete piffle. ‘
Pay back time for the Chairman arrived: ‘You are confusing a lot of issues which may or may not be related’. Ginger looked miffed.
‘Can we have some light on sex?’ Vortex asked coyly. She also seemed to glow a bit. There definitely was a very delicate smell wafting through preceded by a slight low sigh.
I tried: ‘Sex is a way of assorting different traits to produce the best equipped’.
It was the Chairman who was first in, ‘ There are three basic objections to this theory. Firstly the creatures are obsessed by the sex and not its results they do little else, secondly the way that it is done is incredibly bizarre and finally --- well you certainly got some very strange results, didn’t you?’
Ginger waded in, menacing and obnoxious in every way. His good old self had returned. I was sure he was going to get in ‘Your Jews---‘. And he did but -- well see for yourselves:
‘ Your Jews even chop an end of their connecting adapter. Claim it is part of some treaty with you. Wasn’t part of that treaty the ‘Ten Instructions, sorry, Commandments?’
Obviously sidling up to Vertex, yet again. She haughtily ignored him. A smell of antiseptics preceded by a raspberry sound was noticed and ignored by all.
She smiled at me. ‘Perhaps you can explain.
I chose to explain the Ten Commandments. A really bad choice as she obviously wanted sex.
Accompanied by her very sad glances I continued:
‘I realized that freedom of choice was too loosely defined. The creatures were incapable of framing their choices. So I decided to talk with one of them. None of them wanted any part of it. No killing, no other Gods, a six day week, no thievery, honor your parents. None of them wanted it. The Jews were my last hope. They fought adultery but with all their might, but they gave in. ‘
Was that disappointed look from Vortex?
‘That was only after their representative came twice. Moses was his name. Strange guy if ever there was one. Took me forever to understand what he was talking about. He had a terrible stutter. To be honest I spent a lot of time asking him why he was dressed like a Russian Cossack in the middle of winter, when we were in the middle of the sweltering Sinai desert. Gave up on that.’
But Moses had been good and kept his word.
When he went down to meet his Jews he found them on the verge of signing a McDonald’s franchise. They were celebrating with a brand image. Reluctantly they gave up on the idea. They gave in to Moses partly because they were in no mood to listen to a stammering diatribe given with such an awful stutter that they had to ask his brother every second sentence what he meant. Some of them thought that they had got themselves a new franchise with me.
‘ So your Jews engineered your Instructions and sex?’ Ginger asked.
I felt on safe ground as he had somehow annoyed the Chairman and got Vortex on my side.
‘ Not at all.’
‘ So in the next session would you explain these Jews to us? Especially your ‘visit’ there’.
I had asked for that.
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