Somehow I feel very close with my craft and at the same time very far away. Somehow I know her but she is too distant from me to get at her and really know her. The duality of this paradigm is not as separate as it may seem. Like Plotinus' fire, only light exists. Therefore darkness is merely the absence of light. Light being truth, the absence of light being the absence of truth.
The truth is I have much to learn. My muse will bring me closer to the light.
Hesiod, the Greek poet said of the muses, "They are all of one mind, their hearts are set upon song and their spirit is free from care. He is happy whom the Muses love. For though a man has sorrow and grief in his soul, yet when the servant of the Muses sings, at once he forgets his dark thoughts and remembers not his troubles. Such is the holy gift of the Muses to men. (40 Edith Hamilton's Mythology)"
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