meaning in lit

I imagine when Cervantes first wrote Quixote he probably was sitting around doddling with pen and paper, and suddenly this odd fellow who seemed to say something appeared on the paper. I can't imagine that there was any real intent beforehand; Cervantes didn't sit down and conceive a project of some sort, where Quixote was a soul of the golden age lost in the modern world. No I imagine he just walked out, almost an organic being in his own right, more born than conceived.

It must be the same with any real art. Kafka's cockroach came to him as an amusing sort of fiction, a perfect way to express the pediastrian nature of the heroes soul and life. Only after the fact does Kafka think in terms of inverting the mans soul and body, if he ever does at all. Kafka doesn't sit there and conceive of a project where the soul of a man is inverted, and his physical body becomes that of a cockroach. No, the man as cockroach just appears suddenly as if of its own volition, more in the nature of a birth.