Here is where God found inspiration. After the separation of earth and water, She was a poet wanting to find a line and asked, “what comes next?” Perhaps here she envisioned the beauty that would become women, here she imagined the song the birds would sing before dawn. And perhaps here she thought up the longing that pervades a soul, finding no rest. “Longing in the key of E major.” She said. “Just the thing.”
God, like any other artist, needed to find the grain, the secret tendency of things, their affinities and limitations. She had to see her mark upon the canvas of time in order to invent what needed to come next.