The musician rests in peace when the concert has gone flawlessly and the last curtain call has been acknowledged. The cook savors with great satisfaction a meal remembered, course by course, that turns out just exactly right. Creativity is God-like. Stiflers of creativity, however, abound on every hand. Truth is they are anti-Christs.
Materialism leads the pack.
Creativity beckons for us to cut the umbilical cord that ties us to business as usual and bids us ride light in the saddle, living up to our high calling as God's Exodus people on our way to the City of God. Conservatism also hath its terrors. The inclination to conserve the creativities of the past can become such a compelling obsession that nothing new can ever pop into our heads. One of the tragedies of fundamentalism, religious or political or social, is that it is a joyless, argumentative, dogmatic, quarrelsome, fighting neurosis that squelches freedom and quenches creativity. The Devil of fundamentalism scowls and frowns and complains and opposes and bickers and moans and maneuvers and manipulates and schemes and plots but seems incapable of achieving the freedom to enjoy a hearty laugh.