I’m beginning to see that it isn’t the answers that are important – my answers yesterday are different than my answers tomorrow will be. What’s important is the questioning – the imagining – the creating.
“I” am not even there in the imagining, the creating, really. Certainly not important in that process. I’m the vehicle of creating, asking. My purpose may be simply to imagine, ask, question, create – the act itself, in my own individual unique way, bringing into the world of form what was not there before. What’s being created is real, but I have no attachment to it – I’m tripping out on creating.
Where do the ideas, the thoughts in my imagining come from?