Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.
This whole creation is essentially subjective, and the dream is the theater where the dreamer is at once: scene, actor, prompter, stage manager, author, audience, and critic.
Instinct is like Nature herself - prodigiously conservative, and yet transcending her own historical conditions in her acts of creation.
Continuous creation is to be thought of not only as a series of successive acts of creation, but also as the eternal presence of the one creative act.