A professor I once had was always probing students for the core of what made people want to create. She was little interested in what socialized rationale students offered, because it was usually safe to say in front of others, and probably a string of half truths. Some, out of frustration, would finally divulge, in fact, what they feared, rather than what they hoped. Interestingly, right there, you could see that person, their disgust with what the truth of their motivation. What had fueled their desire was its other: revulsion turned on themselves and their current identity.