Life is a web of intersections and choices. Your 1st choice is to recognize an intersection. Your 2nd choice is to be grateful for it.
What do you mean, 'Angle of Repose?' she asked me when I dreamed we were talking about Grandmother's life, and I said it was the angle at which a man or woman finally lies down. I suppose it is; and yet ... I thought when I began, and still think, that there was another angle in all those years when she was growing old and older and very old, and Grandfather was matching her year for year, a separate line that did not intersect with hers. They were vertical people, they lived by pride, and it is only by the ocular illusion of perspective that they can be said to have met. But he had not been dead two months when she lay down and died too, and that may indicate that at that absolute vanishing point they did intersect. They had intersected for years, for more than he especially would ever admit.
Mentor Me: ...the crossroads and convergence of where science, metaphysics, religion, and utopian society intersect.
It's a silly argument, and unnecessary. Creativity doesn't happen in here or out there but in the spaces in between. Creativity is a relationship, one that unfolds at the intersection of person and place.
Excitement is a crossroad which runs in all directions. No man lacks personality, he just never connected with you at the intersection.