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The Ire Of Muses?
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
May 30, 2011

I sometimes wonder if I run the chance of attracting the ire of muses. In this blog I have sought to share the mysteries of how they work for you and me. In doing that I’m sure it’s possible that I rub them the wrong way. I could attribute past spats of writers block to them but really, they exist to inspire, not stifle. Yet I wonder might they inspire a creative vacuum?

Muses give and I take. I’m sure that any artist gives inspiration to muses and muses take as well. My curiosity blossoms about what dalliances they entertain as they work their magic. What powers their inspirations? I’m sure it’s more than just us mortals. Do they rejoice when we ‘get it’? When the first parts of a new idea begin to form, do the muses crack a smile? Muses must surely be complete essences with a full range of emotions powering their inspirations. The ether has to be bursting with their unheard laughter.

I may never know for sure if my divulgences here irritate them. Then again, they might just hit me with that inspiration just when I need it the least. Their cognitions are as the workings of magicians tricks. Part of the mystery lies in ignorance. With that in mind I have only given you my own opines of conjecture. I have no idea how muses really work. I only know that whatever they do works for me. With each new thing I create my heart explodes with thankful glee for their ephemeral guidance. Their intangibleness works to my favor, even as this blog might seem to disrespect that aspect of their existence by expounding.

The meaning of life is hidden between the moments of our existence. Happiness is something you can give but nothing you can ever take. Knowledge is a pile of stones we must build something good with. Emotions are condiments we all must taste. The soul is a soft whisperer. The body quakes like the Earth it is made from.

In introspection I ask myself; who might I be a muse for? Who might be a muse for me? I have the answers but at the same time I do not. God has given me life and along with it an imagination but I will never know ‘everything’. My questions will always stretch into mental infinity. I will never find answers to them all. Maybe muses are Gods’ way of tossing mustard seeds at us. In a way he must be saying; pay attention if you will, there is much you could know. You must never forget that you will never know everything. Your attempts give satisfaction. Keep trying.