Would it be fair to say that the primary characteristic of disidentified creation is the state of flow?  When I am simply delighting in how the line or the colors unfold on the canvas, or thrilling to a particularly delightful turn of phrase that has just emerged from nowhere.  Or, is that yet another elaborate trick of the identity claiming not to be there?  In other words, is a “pure“ state of flow even possible? Or are we , as in many other things, always dealing with both the awareness and the Lego figure?