A mind exposed to something new is like a pet whose bedding is changed. The animal needs to sniff everything, secrete oils upon the fresh paper, chew up a comfortable nest, drag things around not to better places but to known and deliberate places. The home is cleaner but stranger and requires energy. And when the new bedding is poured in, a curious one will push her nose up toward the bag of aspen chips, blinking and dodging yet arrowed toward the source. Then she jumps inside the bag itself. She wants to understand how the changing works, where it comes from. Would that the mind be as desirous to climb into the source of creativity and move about within.