Inspiration is the unforeseen force,
the muse that assails at the hidden hour.
The arrows fly and one is unaware of being struck,
and that a host of unrelated catalysts have joined clandestinely
to form a system of its own,
rendering one with the vibrations of an incurable disease
- a burning imagination -
at one unholy and divine.
What is to be done with the resulting impulses,
these nerve endings flickering like an illuminated map of thieving constellations?
The stars pulse.
The muse seeks to be verified. But the mind is also the muse.
It seeks to outsmart its glorious opponents,
to rewire such sources of inspiration.
- Patti Smith "Devotion"