I read about Creation this morning. Pre-Columbian, Popol-Vuh, the sacred book of the Quichés. "Here creating humans seems to have been far from simple. At any moment, the gods may come together to discuss things and are obliged to start their work over again."

So the first set of humans they created was no good. "...the body was without cohesion, without consistency, without movement, without strength, inept, and watery. Neither would its head turn. Its face was lopsided and twisted, its sight was cloudy, and it couldn't look around. It talked but had no intelligence and was rapidly dissolving into the water before it had even stood up." So they dismantled it.

The second set of humans they created were mannequins made from wood. These "led a useless existence and lived like beasts. They no longer remembered the Heart of the Sky. They were but a trial and a tentative sketch of humankind; they were speaking at first but their faces dried out. They had no blood, no fat, no sweat, no substance. Their hands and feet were dry."

I'm surrounding the beginnings with stories of trial and error.

But I insist on creation.

quoting Pierre Mabille, Mirror of the Marvelous, The Classic Surrealist Work on Myth