If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
~ Nelson Mandela
With the word creative we stand under a mystery. And from time to time that mystery, as if it were a sun, sends down upon one head or another, a sudden shaft of light—by grace, one feels, rather than deserving, for it always is something given, free, unsought, unexpected. It is useless, possibly even profane, to ask for an explanation.