ABSTRACT
I once saw Anton Ehrenzweig (1971) speak on creativity. He mentioned staying up late so "the critic" gets sleepy and deeper dimensions of personality have more of a chance. Another way to get past the censor was by reading physicists, most of which he did not understand. He was intrigued by ideas and images about the universe. Terms fascinated him. He could almost sense what they were communicating. Something came through, although he might not be able to say what it was, a sense of fathoming something fathomless. He would go to sleep feeling nourished, as if making contact with the unknown, an opaque wonder that informed existence.
