And He was asking him, "What is your name?" And he said to Him, "My name is Multitude; for we are many."
God made Man in His own image. Man was hence His only possible reader, the only one who could … launch himself in the perpetual exegetic work of reading Nature. … To be one’s only reader, however, is to be one’s only author.
[fragment from a work in progress on monstrosity. the change in the conception of Nature played a major role in relocating Renaissance monsters and their role in the construction of Man’s identity.]
nature as god
Up to the high middle ages, Nature was taken to be a harmonious extension of God, it was part of His presence and action. The world, made in seven days, was simultaneously the opus of the magnus Author and the absolute proof of His existence and presence. For all that is seen has a maker, and who would have created the most magnificent work if not the Creator Himself?; who else would make the rivers flow, and the sun go round?, who else would be the soul of all movement and the conveyor of all generation? The Maker’s existence was shown undeniable through the mark of His creation, His signature. But Nature, in her constant movement, in her constant change and in her diversity – Nature testified too to His constant presence, His constant actions. God, the ubiquitous motor of the universe
the clockmaker: a new nature
God made Man in His own image. Man was hence His only possible reader, the only one who could, by its faintest similitude with the Author, launch himself in the perpetual exegetic work of reading Nature, of finding the analogies, the figures and the similes that ran in her veins. To be one’s only reader, however, is to be one’s only author. The inversion of said proposition is, more than an atheist provocation, a historical relation: it was in fact Man who made God in his own image. It was when the Christian Man established the possibility of creating the first automata, when it developed horologia and the early mechanical clocks, it was when Man as Artisan was able to make things with a movement of their own that God could have made a Nature gifted with a movement, a logic and eventually an agency of her own.
This agency, given to Nature by God, is not boundless; as the movement impressed by the artisan in his mechanism, it is characterized by its constancy, by its ordered faction; it primes in repetition, in iteration and in regularity.