Imagine you were sitting unprovoked in a small, confusely lit room, with deep silence as your only companion. Imagine a small wooden table in front of you, and the hard, uncomfortable bed you are standing on right now. Imagine the damp walls, your cold hands tousling nervously through your unkempt hair. Imagine your name was John. Imagine the shaky candle light throuwing weary shadows on your troubled face.
Imagine you were one of the last Apostles alive. Imagine that it is in this inhospitable abode that you have just had an amazing vision, which has left you agazed and terrified. And imagine that you are not just imagining this. The grace of God has descended upon you and now you feel your heart inflamed by the wondrous things that the Lord has revealed. Imagine your wild appetite to get down to translating to language the images that fill your head. Imagine all the people. Imagine how you suddenly dash at the table and grab a piece of something to write with. Imagine your zeal to put it all down, to express in a sentence what people have sought after for centuries. Imagine your enthusiasm. Imagine, though, how your expression suddenly convulses when your effusion is obfuscated by exasperating obstacles encountered on the first line. Imagine how you struggle to find the perfect word to complete your first sentence : “In the beginning there was…”. Imagine how tantalizingly difficult it is to find the most appropriate verbal entity.
Imagine your concern growing bigger and bigger, while your hands get all sweaty.
Alas, you find it impossible to reconciliate the hailstorm of words that thunder in your mind…
Tired, angry, a bit disappointed, you trot through the room and eventually lie down on the rough bed. You close your eyes and dose off… You have a dream about a wooden puppet coming to life…
“In the beginning there was…”
What’s next ?..