Some Creative Philosophy

The Trick

There are times when everything "clicks" just right. When it is enough to watch the rain fall from inside the window. There is a comfort to present time itself and it is sufficient experience to satisfy the senses and the being as well. It doesn't really matter what it is. A snowflake falling from the roof cuts into your field of vision and reminds you of good times. You walk across the carpet in your socks and recall playing with your brother and family. You smell eggs frying in a pan in the and hear someone say "good morning". The communication values are high and there is no suppression, no threats, no bad lingering news on your mind. You are secure in yourself and what you know from now and till as long as you'd like. There's a lot of this for many people in childhood. Life and people and whatever looks over us, helps and supports us. The "trick" is in the creation. A bad particle is a bad particle. You win the grand slam in tennis and your nose itches and you can't forget what she said to you before the match. Life looks and feels bitter no matter what occurs. Snowflakes fall in possibly the prettiest array in several dozen winters and settle on the trees and ground and it irritates your senses somehow. Nothing can be right. A missed swing from forty years ago in a playground baseball game soured any possibility for happiness for anyone anywhere ever. This is bad creation. It can be done on purpose or in error, but the intention still has to be bad or it won't have much force. This is the stuff of creative suppression. It's downright awful!

So the "trick" is in putting out top notch creative particles and attacking the suppressive sources as well.



Remembering the Winters in Vermont

Their desperate situation and the view of the extremely cold and lonely OP16d port field started Jim thinking about a cold winter in Vermont when he had to cram for finals. The future refused to admit any warmth or humor for him. It was all hard work and suffering, followed by endless cold and ultimate failure. He was forced to review his life and compromise his hopes for success. He could remember nodding off and waking in the morning still dressed and under his blanket. Heshy had come in and brought coffee and it was snowing heavily outside the window. It was going to be alright. Heshy would help him through it. One thing at a time and they would be done and ready. A little chickadee flew over and settled outside on the window sill and looked toward them and then flew away. It was so darned beautiful out there. What in the world was wrong with him. He was in the best school in the Eastern USA. He was young and had everything going for him, great friends and family. This was how it was in life. Sometimes you really had to work hard to prepare for the rougher times in life. This was school. He expected one day to have to face real tests like these.
And here he was and here was Heshy himself with the answers. "Whoever designed this facility deserved an award", he thought as Heshy brought in a fresh pot of coffee.