Mass creativity seems to come in waves of unified labor, as though there is a psychosomatic bank of ideas that each individual taps into at once; a divine antennae plunging down to earth like a waterfall in slow motion, pumping its human vessels with illumination. Sometimes the stimulus that surrounds us is so full that it feels tangible, like you could tilt your head back, open your mouth and swallow it. In order to create I must consume. I want saturation. And I want the things that I create to saturate.