Creativity in perspective; what may turn out to be a billion dollar idea could very well start off a mere copycat of art imitating life imitating art. We humans never get enough because we can never get enough of ourselves. The sad irony of creative prowess is that it never truly springs from within even though Donald Trump may have you believe so; it may manipulate what is already in the subconscious, it may repackage an old idea or rename a forgotten tradition. Despondency may hardly be a trait associated with creativity, but the brightest minds were often littered with the sugar rush of crack and insanity.
It matters less, the frequency, brevity or length of my internal monologue. A word be too much, more often too little, but if anything be said, since we are all exiles in a strange land from every tribe, nation and tongue, have compassion! This race is won not by individuals; neither the first nor the last for those who are ahead will have to wait awhile until the last person in Christ crosses the finish line and the last would not be last unless someone crossed the line before him.
I exist in a stream of consciousness that exists in a magical land of blue dragons and bottomless cliffs baked in the orange glow of a setting sun. Likes chocolate. And horses. A lot. Confused ENTJ-ENTP-INTP-ENFP. Jesus Freak.