Why is creativity so satisfying?

I have an idea. Could it be because our selves don't exist without it. We are our expression? If we don't express ourselves, we don't exist. If we don't express ourselves what are we but simple machines. It is our inner ore that makes us beautiful. It can't be seen by the naked eye unless it is manifest somehow in the physical world. Art, creativity,

Our bodies are vacant spacecrafts. Or lifeless puppets; marionettes. I hate it when I make the mistake of acting as if my body and mind are a part of Me. They are not. They are material and I am not a material girl. Stop pleasing the body, stop coddling the mind.