The creative process is somewhat of a mystery. Try thinking of something new if you don’t believe me. My beagle helps with quizzical looks I am forced to guess at the meaning of by my limited understanding of her vocabulary. Still, we look for common ground and understanding. By way of example if you cross your arms so that one hand is out and the other is in, which hand is showing?
Let’s say its your left. Now refold your arms crossing them the other way and letting the right hand be the one that’s out. Uncomfortable? How long would you have to do it that way before it felt right? 
If you’ve ever broken a bone you know it takes a while to mend it and in the process you flub often enough to remind yourself to use the other hand or sleep on your other side or don’t laugh and for God’s sake don’t sneeze!
We become comfortable in some way and then come to expect it; then feel we are entitled; then tell others that their way is wrong. I have freedom some say, and you are free to feel the way I do about things. I may be less understanding about you feeling differently.
I go to church. Its not the one I grew up in so its uncomfortably different in enough ways that eventually I just can’t do it any more and I stop, then miss going and go somewhere else. 
In my small hometown there weren’t enough children in the two block area where six of the churches stood but if you put all the kids in one choir and moved it around each Sunday, a joyful noise was made to the Lord.
I enjoyed it, and many of the songs in the hymnal were the same. Then one Sunday, after Martin Luther King was killed, we sang ‘We Shall Overcome’ and that was the end of it. Some adults in some of the churches objected, anonymously of course, and for our own good we were spared the miscegenistic idea that blacks and whites could ever live together in peace and equality.
Not long after Robert Kennedy was killed as well, the eloquent white candidate for President who had the courage and the foresight to speak to a majority black crowd in Indianapolis giving them the news of King’s killing and persuading them to be peaceful in expressing their grief.
“Deep in my heart, I do believe, that we shall overcome some day...”