The muse immolates himself. Like a moth flying too close to the flame, he singes his wings and falls upward into the light, defying all the laws and plummeting into a beautiful fiery death.
Believing that all is forever lost, the writer falls from grace and descends into the darkness. A writer without a muse does not thrive.
Muses are, by their very nature, reincarnated in the most unlikely times and places.
It is the writer’s quest to find the muse, lift him up and hold him out to the light so that the sacred trust between thought and creativity is consummated and once more reborn.
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