I've always imagined creative ideas as these things that are kind of hovering around in the air above our heads, looking for a place to land. God knows I've had a few good ideas land on me that I wasn't fully equipped to articulate, and this being the case, they flew away and appeared somewhere else as a barely recognized permutation I would've never dreamed of. There seems to be something up there, over there, inside us. Maybe I'm not intelligent enough to grasp the vast randomness and chaos that appears to be order, and I'm allowing myself to get smoked by the coincidence and the appearance of patterns. I don't know, but I have noticed other incidents of the appearance of some other kind of super-ordinate connectedness. For instance: although I was vocally opposed to the second Iraq war when it began, I felt something like a war-sugar-rush penetrating me when I turned on the T.V., talked to people, or just thought about the subject. The war was wrong, I was sure. I was against it. On another level however, I wanted it.
I wasn't the only one who felt this way. Again, non-scientific talk here. Pure anecdote: I knew others at the time of the push for war and have talked to others since who acknowledged the same increase in their Thanatos levels. Some kind of widespread madness tainted everything. Some suffered from larger doses. I saw this weird connectedness on the war issue, and felt a weaker strain of it during the high point of the Tea Party protests. On the positive side, there was something decidedly beautiful saturating the air for awhile after September Eleventh, 2001. You can experience smaller versions of this nice kind of saturation at a concert, or in a church, or just on a family picnic.
I'm not sure what to call it, this something that injects all of these weird vibes and synchroncities and ideas into us, but I'm tempted to call it something.