Have you ever wanted to stop everything you were doing, sit on the ground and scratch out in the dirt what you have just seen thought or understood? Can you imagine that that power sometimes overtakes the will-power to not run home and scrawl down even the things that you do not think makes sense? Then consider that the power is not yours.
Whenever that most magnificent and frustrating event occurs we are lucky enough to be accompanying something more than what we are. It spills out onto a page, or a canvas, or is strummed across a guitar, sometimes we are even lucky enough to step back and realize that it is beautiful; so beautiful that we then forget the way people see us and just want people to see what we've done.
Lady's and Gentlemen that is the charm of a Muse.
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