Creation is never at the hands of the individual. It ceases entirely when individuality , with its capacities, gifts, techniques, and so on, becomes dominant. Creation is the movement of the unknowable essence of the whole; it is never the expression of part. Just as one was getting to bed, there was that fullness of il L* (a house above Florence where he had stayed in April) It was not only in the room, but it seemed to cover the earth from horizon to horizon. It was a benediction.