Have you ever experienced inspiration? The inspiration to create something beautiful, to breathe life into inanimate alphabets. When an idea takes root so deep in your mind, that it overshadows every conscious thought, invades every dream, and nightmare, and claims all your attention for itself. When words knock down the barred doors of our ignorance, and break our hearts with hidden truths and cruel intentions, shifting and swirling in their meanings, like the sands of time, and flow across the ages, like blood running from the immortal blades of countless wars.
Have you ever witnessed the power of creation? Of Promethean fire, and things beyond the realm of life and death. Of the secrets that lend women their mysterious smiles, hinting at things mortal men can’t even comprehend. For it is purest love, darkest despair, brightest joy and vilest hatred, all rolled into one; Beating, pulsing, like the heartbeat of all humanity. For it makes and unmakes worlds on the faintest of whims. For it glorifies us, and strips us of all honor and self preservation, makes us masters and slaves alike. For it is holy, licentious, benevolent, and unforgiving. For it is the source of our existence, and its ultimate objective. For without inspiration, there is no life or death, neither truth nor illusion, no sin, and no hope for salvation……
