It is because I reject lies and running away that I am accused of pessimism; but this
rejection implies hope—the hope that truth may be of use.
~ Simone Beauvoir in ALL SAID AND DONE
With the word creative we stand under a mystery. And from time to time that mystery, as if it were a sun, sends down upon one head or another, a sudden shaft of light—by grace, one feels, rather than deserving, for it always is something given, free, unsought, unexpected. It is useless, possibly even profane, to ask for an explanation.