Cause for Creation

I have been craving the breathtaking. The experiential. Experimental. Mind-opening, hair raising.

Chords playing in perfect order after having been accidentally stumbled upon.

Paint strokes putting together something that can only come from a very specific spark of creativity in one very specific brain.

Written words composing a literary masterpiece begun with the pressing down of an unassuming pen onto an otherwise ordinary sheet of paper.

An idea coming from nowhere. The thought that was only tacked on as afterthought becoming the whole reason for ever thinking at all. Conversation turning into insight turning into invention. The "what if?" becoming cause for revolutions and invitation for the even better thing.

And so I am looking for that even better thing. I am in a committed search for the perfect combination. Of letters of found objects of conversations of journeys of self and other discoveries.

Chaos turning to rhythm, a meaningless putting together turned masterpiece. And so it is that I have not only been craving the breathtaking, but I have been craving its creation.