If you are creative it means a lot of things on your work plase, in your room and all over the home. For everybody else it looks like a giant dump, but you are a Queen of Dumps. Because of that there is nothing will be a dump in your eyes. It`s the collection of possibilities, not a mass.

Speaking about the working space we pay our attantion for some internal position of mind, not to the appearance. If everything is clear, you have a strong feeling of order and regularity. Just look on the picture of deep creation! From the first this is an unclear expectation of something beyong the mind. Than you can sense what a proper matherial will be and how to use it. You hands might be first in that understanding - this is the way of crafts. Sometimes is may be a clear picture of the result. Then you turn youself to the next step of the creation process - the Boiling Soup of Variation.

You can stick here for several moments or several dayes. If somebody could observe the internal Space inside your head he would see an amazing picture of spiritual works. It seems both matted and clear. The state of your mind had never been so powerful as at that special moments, you are literary as a God in His acting of creation.

Clear. Powerful. And at such moments you are totally online with something seems as a huge world server of ideas. All  primary rights are yours. All is possible. Which looks like as a mass from external side becames a stream line of crystal decisions, billions per second, a sparkling brilliant river of internal spiritual order.

The last question comes automatically. If the real untidy room cover so clear mind order, what is the internal mass?..

Here it is. When you feel that spiritual pare of eyes are closed, feel disconnected from the Brilliant Stream, lonely and locked in your body as a prisoner for lifetime - this is the Mass Inside. When you can see only plane things layes directly in front of your physical eyes and nothing more, you feel youself as a blind. This is the real Mass.

And if you lost the voices of angels and genius accompanied you in creation way you are really lost.

Lost in Mass.