Truly, nothing more resembles God’s eyes than the eyes of a child; they see the world for the first time, and create it. Before this, the world is chaos. All creatures—animals, trees, men, stones; everything: forms, colors, voices, smells, lightning flashes—flow unexplained in front of the child’s eyes (no, not in front of them, inside them), and he cannot fasten them down, cannot establish order. The child’s world is made not of clay, to last, but of clouds. A cool breeze blows across his temples and the world condenses, attenuates, vanishes. Chaos must have passed in front of God’s eyes in
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