Will has an exceptional post up about what Helen calls 'intellectual street fighting' and he calls creation:
There's a particular process at work here -- something sublime and yet irremediably soiled -- in which we let ideas and concepts boil up from the subconscious faster than we can control them. I am talking about the process of creation, something as akin to "divine madness" as anything I've ever experienced. Whether it be as music, prose, poetry, improv acting, or visual art; we vomit forth the spinning and shifting patterns from within. Most of what comes out is garbage, but the occasional gem sparkles amidst the rubbish.