The Moss-Free Stone

Found this online tonight and had to share it.

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death.
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off…
They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.  –Pearl Buck

How many ways can we utilize technology to feed this hunger to create? This is the beauty of the tool, and the reason why it is not sufficient to simply pay it lip-service or limit its application to the mundane.