Well, here's a surprise... He of the Fiery Sword!

I looked closer though, not willing to dismiss the exercise.
The creative impulse, I could see, as I looked, butterflies emerging from his head and raised hands, emerging from within. He was soaring, and then... then, he took the light and brought it down, down. Took that creative seed, that Divine spark, and buried it.
And, it became a butterfly too, meant to leave, meant for all to see.
And I saw more things, which were personal, and I smiled
What an illuminating exercise, very cool.....