Within the Artist

by B3jamboree

Posted to Stories on 2003-08-03 09:22:00

It is cruel how alone we sometimes find ourselves. That feeling is often more vile than the ways or means. You can walk hand in hand with a lover, or your mother, and you can still be alone. Hand in hand you may walk through the teeming masses.. It’s just you there.
When you find yourself in such a situation you have precious few options. These options as they are picked by the population compose a group of seemingly unrelated concepts. These ideas are related as they the means of which we deal with our self.
Prayer is a powerful idea. I’m not a theologian, but my uncle is. To me prayer is powerful because of the dramatic way in which it is practiced. And of course it connects you directly with the divine. When you are with the divine you are not alone.
Love is a brilliant way to feel as though you are a part of someone and they are a part of you. Alas, no matter how brilliant love proves it’s self to be we know deep down it is not perfect. Even the couple who has been married for thirty years know. Deep down in their hearts there is doubt. Love is imperfect and subject to change the rules in the middle of the game.
The muse as she comes and goes throughout the years, teasing me with what I could be. If she is with you the feeling of love is matched by no lover. And she can set you with the divine better than ten rosaries, eight prayer beads, two medicine bags and one and a half mantras. And just like a woman the muse will leave you cold, and when she is goes so goes your faith in anything. That is a dangerous place to put ourselves in when we live in a world as depressing as this one.
Cruel is the artists fate. It takes a poet to bet it all on the muse. It takes a musician to essentially dedicate their lives to themselves. To places deep within themselves that no one else knows or even understands. So those of you who prey, please prey for me and my cursed comrades. Lovers, may our perilous journeys within ourselves inspire you. May we give pleasure through our pain.

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