Chapter 7 Pages 148-149
He positioned the tip of his brush gently across the canvas, just barely
touching the surface and with just enough precision to make a singular
dot appear. In his mind, he could hear his dad nudging him along as if
he was standing right beside him, guiding his hand as to what to do and
how to do it. “It was science that said the world came from a singular
entity, a dot just like the one you just made. The Bible, on the other
hand, tells us that God was so full of love that He created man and
gave man everything he will ever need for a thousand lifetimes. What
can you take from that?”
Joseph smiled and felt the urge to open his mouth to answer
his dad’s question. “That everything must have an origin, the dot
represents . . . love?”
“That’s right, son, love. Everything has to have a purpose. A void
cannot create a world—it can only destroy it because it does not
understand all things, but love is an idea as well as the means to fulfill
that same idea. Love is the beginning, and so you must seek the same
love in the end. If you want to create something, son, start from here
and recreate it from the heart.” Again a smile caught up to him as his
heart created the pulse, and the mind must now put it into rhythm.
With his full consent, he let his hand do as it will and dance along to
the page, dragging the brush all over and across, letting each movement
become the soul extension of his desire. It was like poetry where every
layer creates a world of its own that tells each significant part of the story
until every verse was accounted for, to bring everything down to a full life
that will then grow to be the life-giving masterpiece. The rest, as they say,
was a walk in the park. It was something to behold. In no less than half
an hour, he had painted himself an exact copy of the girl of his dreams.
He put the brush down but not until he gave it a kiss and said, “Thank
you, Dad.”