The creativity of which I write is to some degree undefinable. For, it
deals with those things that cannot be wholly categorized plainly with
words or numbers. Such is the purpose, for example, of poetry or
painting: To express what otherwise could not be expressed. So it is
with the things itself—that the creative process is inexpressible. Just
as this faculty of humanity is undefinable, not wholly quantifiable, so
is humanity within the spectrum of biological beings. Thus, this
creative faculty borderlines divinity, setting humanity apart from the
other eukaryotes.
A poem does have structure. A painting has qualities that can be judged. There are definable characteristics that help an imperfect, and somewhat defiled (we all carry junk) being make something not only beautiful but to which others can relate. We read a poem, we hear a melody, we watch an actor, and we are moved—touched. Not only is art (in this broad sense) a glimpse of something divine in humanity, nor does art just quantify and qualify what science or mathematics cannot, art connects, moves, mends; art can be a form of healing and a form of rebellion.
A poem does have structure. A painting has qualities that can be judged. There are definable characteristics that help an imperfect, and somewhat defiled (we all carry junk) being make something not only beautiful but to which others can relate. We read a poem, we hear a melody, we watch an actor, and we are moved—touched. Not only is art (in this broad sense) a glimpse of something divine in humanity, nor does art just quantify and qualify what science or mathematics cannot, art connects, moves, mends; art can be a form of healing and a form of rebellion.