Everything in the Universeis made from the crumbs of something else.
Surely, this is the first rule of Creativity and Creativity must certainly be the first consideration in defining art.
And for those of us who have lived this Creative Experience, whether it be to suddenly hear the first words in a poem on its way into our reality or becoming aware of a business idea rising to the surface or perhaps caressing a piece of unfettered marble and feeling the sculpture hidden among its veins or Miracle of Miracles, helping to form a new person, whether by fertilizing an egg or stumbling through the agonizing pile of paperwork and interviews to adopt a child, the feeling that accompanies such Creative Endeavors is called Love.
ETERNITY OCCURS IN AN INSTANT* (The memory of all events begins simultaneously with the physical occurrence of the first.)
*One slight tweak: for the purpose at hand lets decide that an “instant” is immeasurable and therefore technically timeless.
We measure thoughts. We can capture the trail left by our voices, the blink of an eye, every syllable of every word that passes through our consciousness to the deepest recesses of our mind(s)**
**should “mind” be singular or plural?
We can measure a dream. But never have we been able to find the Memory of any of these things. When we ask we say “where “IS” *** it?” *** “IS” implies material existence; we don’t seem to have a word for non existence…except to say clumsily if at all, “IT” exists in a world without time.