I think about God godding around those first five days, this great finger in the void pointing, and saying THIS and THAT and THIS-n-THAT. And it was all so very good. On the sixth day God was up before the dawn sensing an ache new to Eden: the loneliness. God knew there was still time before the sabbath’s start, so from dust and ribs and breath were born the children of God. In only a matter of days they would come to a self-conscious wildness, be embarrassed by God’s sweet attention, and wander beyond the garden’s gate. That sixth morning was a roll of the dice. But God still rolled. And it was good.