Thanks to Nephele Tempest for posting a link, I just saw a blog that shows a woman who took an incredible amount of time to express her thanks for the local Libraries in her home of Scotland. She is known as the Library Phantom for her anonymity in presenting different locations with her innovative sculptures. This definitely deserves a look.
It’s simply amazing the creativity that may ensue from an individual, especially given her passion for reading and vivid imagination. It’s simply amazing how the human mind behaves and functions, and how the deep affections of some cause even the smallest detail of a thing to be noticed and valued. What is particularly telling of these sculptures is how they relate to her appreciations of the existent libraries.
Upon looking at them, I was reminded of the influence my grandmother had on me growing up, in regard to fine arts and the imagination. Everything at her home drew upon some artsy inspiration or cultural influence. One could step into her living room with a cup of freshly brewed British tea, grab one of her array of books on the shelf, listen to Chopin on her radio (always set to the Classical station), and soon enough be whisked away through the imagination. When I was young, she saw great potential in me, and even bought me a classic typewriter when I was just under ten years old.
I think one of the characteristics that separates people who grow and those who don’t is how they pay attention–even to the tiniest of details. How we appreciate the intricate indicates how we discover its extraordinary nature. Some of the most fascinating photography displays are the ones that magnify the zoom so intently, even the eyes of the most minute insect are revealed and marveled.
In his book Pale Blue Dot, Carl Sagan argues that our earth is so utterly insignificant that no possibility exists for a Creator who might value humanity on this planet. Out of the entire universe, what arrogance on humanity’s part to even hold the idea that a higher deity would even care about them. However, Sagan’s view of God, though he didn’t care even for the idea of a Creator to exist, was itself very small. That an eternal being would appreciate and value, even what we might hold to be insignificant and tiny, must imply that God holds each person as valuable–to Him, we are His extraordinary.