Gustave Flaubert, the French writer best known for his novel Madame Bovary, is generally attributed with the saying, “Le bon Dieu est dans le detail.”
As an atheist, I have no particular expertise in le Dieu, bon or otherwise. Let’s say believers think God made us in his image, atheists that we made him in our own. Or maybe better to simplify. There’s mirroring going on one way or another.
In which case, we should find ourselves in our details. No?
Voilà mes details. A partial list, of course, culled from photos I’ve posted here over the past 2.5 years.
The bracelet was made from my grandmother’s brooch, the earrings loaned to me by my blog’s sole sponsor, Beladora. I wore them to a conference a year ago and felt like a dang movie star.
Buying new perfume is almost impossible, when one is sensitive to scent. Even the light shining through glass sample tubes confuses.
Cravings for almond-toed shoes. A weakness for curves but wicked slants will do.
Eaten with tacos carnitas, $4.99.
In California sometimes roses decide to join the fall color party. And yes, fall may happen in December. It’s California.
The Previa, bought in 1991, still ferrying my kids around when they come home
It used to have plastic “spinners” on the wheels. They fell off. The kids wanted to drive the van across country but wiser heads so far prevail.
Do the details tell us that fancy is false and ordinary true? Do dents reveal more than diamonds?
No. We are not static, we people. Nor simple.
Truth isn’t in the details, it’s in the space between. We see our humanity in the contrails of transition from one aspect of ourselves to the other. Whatever you felt as you scrolled through these details, your gamut of reactions, your dynamic, that’s human.
But someone else will have to tell you if it’s also God.
Other posts on this quotation can be found here.