We are accustomed to believe that our world was created by God speaking the Word; but I ask, may it not rather be that he wrote it, wrote a Word so long we have yet to come to the end of it? May it not be that God continually writes the world, the world and all that is in it?
We cannot read it, I agree, that was part of my meaning, since we are that which he writes.
from Foe by JM Coetzee
I don’t really have anything to say about what this quote means in the context of the novel it is from (yet), or in relation to the author, or even in relation to theology. But I like it. I find it beautiful and thought-provoking. So I’m sharing it with you.