Il creatore crea, di tutto e di più. Ama il brio, l’effervescenza

(…) the creator creates. Does he stoop, does he speak, does he save, succor, prevail? Maybe. But he creates; he creates everything and anything. (…) The creator goes off on one wild, specific tangent after another, or millions simultaneously, with an exuberance that would seem to be unwarranted, and with an abandoned energy sprung from an unfathomable font. (…) Freedom is the world’s water and weather, the world’s nourishment freely given, its soil and sap: and the creator loves pizzazz.

Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Thinker Creek, in Three by Annie Dillard, New York, Harper Perennial, 1990, p. 135.

PS Voglio, fortissimamente voglio, se non tradurre (qualche editore italiano interessato, di passaggio da queste parti?) leggere quanto più possibile di Annie Dillard – un balsamo per l’anima.