Creation is always viewed as a very clean business, a kind of lab only happening, which sits very well with all those whose life is so orderly that nary a difference intrudes within their daily operational regimen;

Like jogging, people do exactly as much of each day's list of musts as is societally required, without ever thinking of doing it differently, an anathema thought to be forever banished from the arias to be song along one's own social working day;

In the end, each life is but a clock, an I-watch, programmed to program the wearer into that day's chorus score;

Creation does not 'live' there, in fact like any hobo, alien, wanderer, it just pops up here or there, hoping for somebody to 'read' it, implement it's deep meaning into a support which will then carry on through the months, years, centuries, depending upon the depth of it's own substance, data, seeds;

To create is just that, a sowing over the bounds of the now time, into all directions, each seed an intuitive survival core.