It was so easy to read a book, she said. It was easy to buy or borrow one. It was simplicity itself to enjoy a delightful movie, and talk about it afterwards. It was so cathartic to complain about a bad film, to rip it apart and call the filmmakers names.

It was all so easy – before I tried my hand at Creation. Everyone is born a connoisseur, she said. The baby who purses his lips when offered mashed vegetables, the little girl who frowns at one frock and reaches for another, the book reviewer, the movie lover, the cricket fan, all are connoisseurs. It is so easy to be one because we are born so.

It is so easy to be a connoisseur until we try our hand at Creation.
I suppose that’s why God does not criticise us. He knows how hard it is to Create.