It Considered Trying To Explain Their Error

Creativeness Is Finding Patterns Where None Exist.

The Gods, After All, Are Only Human, And Once Their Rage Has Been Placated They Are Perfectly Capable Of Acts Of Mercy And Grace.

So, Without Saying Anything To The Others, It Made Its Way To The Farthest Corner Of The Meadow And Began To Toast An Imaginary Muffin. That Was Always The Best Way To Unwind When Things Got To Be Too Much For It.

Thought Is A Disease Of The Brain. The Mind Defends Itself Against The Degenerative Process Of Creativity; It Begins To Jell; Notions Solidify Into Inalterable Systems.

Genius Is An Infinite Capacity For Pain.