I like the creation which takes place away from the speeding changes of our sometimes meaningless human activities because I find it fulfilling to my mind, my being. As I think, alone, create, alone, contemplate alone, I find the gap which has opened in the circle of my self from my involvement in the activities of daily life is repaired. The circle is completed. So the act of creation is a time of contemplation for me. It is a time, I feel, that I exist in an oasis.
Creation exists at the stop.
It exists at the place when, where, the self is slowed. Apples and Oranges of Paul Cezanne is contemplated. Life is contemplated. A poem is contemplated, lived with, thought within, absorbed into the interior of the mind, a person enveloped within the still life of that literary creation, circled. Sit in your quiet.