In the coming week, you'll be susceptible to the sin of seeking too much of a good thing, which would of course wreck the good thing. This is one time when the road of excess leads to the palace of idiocy. In honor of your arrival at the most fertile phase of your yearly cycle, and to propitiate your boundlessly original ingenuity, I offer you the following observations. To create, you must empty yourself of every artistic thought. Really creative thinking does not occur with regard to problems about which the thinker is lukewarm.
Creativity can solve almost any problem.
The creative act, the defeat of habit by originality, overcomes everything. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. At no time in the next week will an evil scientist inject you with a weird virus that causes you to hate to go shopping. Nor should you worry one little bit about LSD infesting you through your drinking water, a tarantula biting you while you sleep, or an anti-abortion militant shooting a poison dart into you as you pass a women's health facility. It is my duty to inform you, however, that you're at high risk from television newscasters who secretly love to scare the shit out of you.