Creativity as a Science
Here I am sitting behind my slowly decomposing desk. My thoughts are empty and the imagination is somewhat blunted to put it mildly. Focusing with bated breath on the creative process at hand, attempting to produce a grain of knowledge.
It was not a big revelation that a lot of what I read online tends to be observational mimicry and entanglement of popular opinion that adds no practical knowledge to the reader. I remember reading as a kid when words filled the mind with warmth and a partial imaginary world was taking hold partly in this reality and partly in a different one. Basic knowledge and ambiguity seem to have saturated our introspective domains. Possibilities of choices in ambiguous words repackaged for our consumption bring no satisfaction and only leave us hungry for more, of something real and paradoxically unreal, which augments our thought in a novel way for which we long. Certainly the puzzle is within ourselves as well as the surrounding environments which flood us with data that keeps us busy.
Effervescent complexity seems to breed more complexity, all the while we ignore the core simplicity with which things could be seen in a totally new light that would bring us some joy. I remember having a tough time with statistics, things seemed overtly mathematical but not totally complex. If someone could just make me visualize the various outcomes in a relational manner it would have been like a complete revelation and my study time and progress would have been significantly shorter. Perhaps if people were more creative in their explanations and tried to simplify things to a bare minimum so that even the dumbest could visualize a core understanding of a concept we would all be better off. We would learn faster, more, and practical application and use would skyrocket as people would see new dimensions in their environment and how they could be improved.
Creative sparks are illusive because we have to stop ourselves and rethink to the simplest minimum of a problem and then re-orient our mind randomly away from our currently grounded inertia of thought. People get tied to their perceptions with age and switching from one belief to another or a different point of view seems harder and harder. Sometimes it seems progressive thought actually diminish our concepts of understanding since each structural idea has to be build on another and the edifice of belief built so solidly that the entire concoction can never be reoriented or approached from a different base altogether. If you have ever seen Tibetan Monks make a colored sand painting and then destroy it practicing creative destruction, most of us are not able to do the same with simple thoughts and ideas permeating our minds. We cringe at the loss of comfort that would pose to our ‘identities’, while they change with the times through the currents of environmental factors slowly eroding our beliefs.
Life is bitter, or sweet, or warm, or cold, or the spectrum of myriads of colors, or the darkness of the universe, we could close our eyes and see nothingness, but never do we imagine reds and oranges until someone suggests. Blue hues of the sky could be running through our veins while a bloody haze could be rising from the water. Invert your thoughts and associations, like a child playing in a sandbox perhaps and your views shift to something new. You can always go further than you think we just don’t practice our creative muscles wallowing in laziness as innovative thinking passes by we over complicate our thoughts in a festering and ingrained way, pushing and pulling, when the reality is you have to let go. Simple is hard, people don’t do simple, societies ignore it, all to the peril of the outcomes it could provide.