Thinking my thoughts were my own while driving down a winding snow covered road, my sister called from the passenger seat, "I bet I know what you are going to do when you get home." At that instant, I thought I was scheming an original activity for the evening. Indeed it was original. The thought had never before occurred to me, yet she was able to predict it.

This example is just one instance of the daily occurrence of her psychic abilities. It is a pleasurable privilege to live with my sister for over 20 years. By experience she can observe my posture or tone in my voice and seemingly read my mind. I am sure many married folk find this over time and find it a source of conflict when the predictor under the name of "assumption" is flawed.

After this predictable experience, a few questions consumed my thoughts for the evening. What makes many of my thoughts so predictable? If aspects are so predictable, is my creativity original?

Artists fall into style. Artists can pass style onto pupils. Without ever seeing a painting before, by style it is possible to guess who painted it. If we imagine a scene, we can imagine the style that a particular artist may bring the scene to life. My sister knows my style.

Style seems to carry some heightened dose of originality. The style itself is magnitudes of originality higher than the manifestations of it. Who is the determiner of style? I suppose that many artists themselves experience wonder in their own unique style; a wonder that comes from outside themselves and spills out as they express everything that they see.

If worship is life's end and each creature expresses life through its unique style, both the creature's creativity and the style endowed to the creature bring glory to the creator.