I find the idea of a 'broken' world easier to follow through. An inevitable aspect of geological time is that creaking and cracking as things move, transform each other (by force or by absence), and oftentimes destroy each other and, just as the earth is in constant creaking cracking motion toward an unknown future, so do we creak and crack (inwardly I mean)in the same way and I think this might be a part of the more hidden meaning of the death of Jesus: God's own participation in the very creaking and cracking process [which is growth of course). It certainly does not stop the creaking and cracking but gives it oceans of meaning and direction and helps us to cope when we are ourselves caught between shifting rock and crumbling hard place. (Just thinking of Paul's 'birthpangs of creation')
Somewhere in all of this painful seething mass is the artist wrestling with the strangely sacred nature of disaster . . . .