Creativity is a font, an artesian spring. Flow is what matters, that’s the satisfying thing. As with any flow, there is no end-product. A flow’s ability to support us through time is what matters. Any given output, once it’s moment has passed, once it has quenched our thirst, or even better, a thirst within a wider community, it may be as carelessly discarded as drops of water falling from our cupped hands as we drink our fill.