Some say creativity is musings of the mad, I believe it's instinct that edges us towards a goal; some, channel this gift in serenity; others experience a spiraling cascade of unexpected twists and turns, abrupt drops and the depth loneliness… because, misplaced ambition to has a destination which may not be desired or expected. Life seems to be the sum of one's efforts woven into an entertaining dance.

(Daydreams of a human, witnessing the assimilation of experience and projection of intent)

Tiny bauble