When I try to force an idea into being, and inevitably get stuck, my ego starts spurting out thoughts of not being good enough or of how lame I am.
An interesting thing about the mind is how it’s not creative. But then again, that’s not really the mind’s role, is it.
The mind can only use information it’s attained externally – it’s not creative, it doesn’t imagine, but it is a whiz at processing.
Trying to force the mind into bringing forth a fresh idea only creates fodder for the ego.
So where do those imaginative ideas come from?