What Is Creativity?
A honeybee lands on the edge of a flower. He dips his foot in the pollen. His foot gets very sweet and sticky. He dips the other foot in. Later, you find the bee floating in the flower, drowned in sweetness At midnight, a moth lands on the rim of your wine cup. You are already asleep. The moth leans down to breathe the bouquet and is intoxicated. She keels over and drowns in the wine. The next morning, you find a moth in the bottom of last night's merlot. "A pity," you say. But you can't conceive of what it's like from the moth's point of view Are you a more intelligent bug? A bug who crawls from one flower to another, barely tasting, barely sampling the sweetness? A little here, a little there, comparing this one to the last, looking for a better taste, a better fragrance, a better place to die? What kind of intelligence is that? There is never failure in the present moment. In the present moment, there is only success. Success means the sweetness...