In truth, the two ecstasies are one. At the high point of an invocation, we have called down a God to infect us, and such has occurred, making us for a moment a God, and letting us taste, for a brief respite, the tang of ambrosia and the sweetness of nectar. The Creative Ecstasy follows a different path. Instead of a God by good will descending to touch us, we rise to touch the Gods, and thereby become a God in our own right. They cannot be jealous of it, for They have given it to us.
Creation is, however, an ill-begotten word, theologically corrupt.
It implies coming into being from nothing, ex nihilo, while that is not at all what we do, or what the Gods do, except that our ideas both come from nothing, and descend into something. But the matters with which we work, the ink, the paper, our voice, sound waves, clay, paint, all exist already. Yet our ideas, these we create, and it is from the process of creation of ideas that the ecstasy comes. For this reason, the artistic media matters not at all, whether it be paint or ink or one's own body performing an athletic task of great difficulty and grace. The creation of the idea is the first cause of our ecstasy, as it is of the Gods.