Friday, July 27, 2012


“Each of the arts whose office is to refine, purify, adorn, embellish and grace life is under the patronage of a muse, no god being found worthy to preside over them.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Never deny visits from the Muse, because they are few and far in between and she owes you no promise of return. Never turn away inspiration, because they're wells that we should be thankful for while journeying the endless desert of everyday life. Never turn away moments for contemplation, because the most rewarding ideas only come when the world is silent and you're the only one awake to receive its ungiven gifts.

Maybe that's why a lot of artists are night owls. The world offers different stories when everyone else is dreaming, and one is left to their own devices. When there's nothing left to guard against and we are free from the worries that keep us occupied everyday, the stories we miss are revealed to us: tales of abject horror, aching beauty, valiant stands, dying worlds and eternal paradises.

Sometimes the thoughts naturally form themselves together and I've always felt that we should write them down if the stories are worthy of being told. Many of these ideas are fleeting moments of clarity, like dreams that are eventually forgotten no matter how vivid or inspiring.

However, it might be silly or even downright insane but there have been times when there were no answers granted to me while awake, only to be given them while in deep slumber. There's a reason why I bring something to record ideas on wherever I go, or nearby whenever I sleep.

Or maybe that's just me. I guess solitude is a dangerously addicting drug.

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