Existence Between Form and the Formless

I had a dream yesterday. I was a rigid, formed substance without movement, then I became less defined and more like honey. In that form I tried to fold into myself and become nothing, but each time I did I was expelled outward back into form. Later that morning I saw a short video highlighting how the Star Trek universe evolved over time. How the original Star Trek engineering section evolved, and even the complete re-imagining of the Klingon race. I had this sense there was something to learn from the dream, and that the video had something to say about it. Slowly connections started to form as the day wore on. From the creative process, to thought, and finally to experience of existence. The Creative Process I think I started to understand this idea a couple of years ago when was trying to code a game. I worked tirelessly and got an intense headache. Still, I could not bring myself to stop. Why? I wondered. Why did I feel this intense need to go without stopping? What I realized is…