Creative intelligence sees reality not as something fixed, but created. “Reality”.
Or, more accurately, “realities”, quotemarks and plural.
It would also be more accurate to say co-created — co-created within a moment in time by an individual consciousness in interaction with the universal consciousness.
This viewpoint is now getting scientific validation through unexpected, astonishing findings in the field of quantum physics. The table on which my laptop rests as I write this feels solid to me if I investigate it with my eyes and hands but if I
look at it through a microscope, it is revealed as a teeming exchange of energy.
Additionally, about 96% of our universe is now known to consist of invisible “dark matter” and “dark energy.” And physicists are observing how, for example:
- electrons move in a discontinuous way depending on their orbit;
- one particle can instantaneously – faster than the speed of light – influence a distant particle;
- electrons appear as either a particle or wave, depending on the observing consciousness.
The language of quantum physics is maths and those of us untrained in its arcana can only follow it so far. But physicists bringing word from the experimental frontline agree that what we experience as fixed “reality” is actually brought into being by consciousness interacting with quantum wave fields that, until that observing consciousness engages, exist as “virtual realities of infinite possibilities”.
This view of life, and creation, is closer to that held by mystics and poets than than classical scientists, who traditionally saw the world as fixed, with objects and systems moving on well-defined paths, through definite, traceable, histories — a view now discredited by science as well as art, as it cannot account for life on the atomic and subatomic scale.
We'll look next time at the implications of all this for creative intention, the first phase of the creative process. In the meantime, some of them are beautifully suggested here, by Rilke in these evocative lines from The First Elegy:
Yes, the springtimes were in need of you. Often a star
waited for you to espy it and sense its light.
A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past,
or as you walked below an open window,
a violin gave itself to your hearing.
All this was trust. But could you manage it?
Were you not always distraught by expectation,
as if all this were announcing the arrival
of a beloved? (Where would you find a place
to hide her, with all your great strange thoughts
coming and going and often staying for the night.)
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