Left behind, he fell backward and backward until he fell forward. This two and fro an oscillation of swaying in the wind between values on one hand and the other hand, but never fully convicted, he swung endlessly, until he found that he was not swinging, but that he was getting off the swing and actually moving on, that he had decided already on one value over the other. Why did he need to think so?
Dead end antennae all around, putting their feelers out. Need the influx of the genuine and real instead of the pound of the invertebrate.
Creativity thinks, aloud and in the quiet.
Creativity spurts, creativity forms, and creativity can take a lot of time. Sometimes, creativity is the momentary inspiration that is once in a full moon.