The Creator loves pizzazz!

The creator goes off on one wild, specific tangent after
another, or millions simultaneously, with an exuberance that
would seem to be unwarranted, and with an abandoned energy
sprung from an unfathomable font. What is going on here? The
point of the dragonfly's terrible lip, the giant water bug,
birdson, or the beautiful dazzle and flash of sunlighted
minnows, is not that it all fits together like clockwork - for
it doesn't, particularly, not even inside the goldfish bowl -
but that it all flows so freely wild, like the creek, that it
all surges in such a free fringed tangle. Freedom is the world's
water and weather, the world's nourishment freely given, its
soil and sap: and the creator loves pizzazz.

--Annie Dillard