ON INSPIRATION...

Have you ever been in a situation where you feel genuinely inspired do something? And by saying ‘doing something’, one does not mean engaging oneself in another random activity that defines one’s mundane daily rut, but in some act that is removed from the ordinary, which has definite positive consequences on one’s level of conscious awareness, and stirs the insides of one’s creative instinct to create something better than what has already been created, in the true spirit of service to one’s inner soul?
No?
Well, then one must say that a great feeling of internal rejoice and intellectual celebration has been missed. Although, one must comment, that this is not entirely surprising. For you see, it is indeed extremely hard to come capture that spirit of the mind, and energy of soul that is conducive to the performance of that act which is removed from the ordinary, and has a definite positive consequence on one’s level of conscious awareness, and stirs the insides of one’s creative instinct of productivity, and if captured, that spirit and energy is extremely hard to harness for the purpose of serving truly one’s inner soul in the pursuit of creating something better than what has already been created.
Extensive research on this topic (or, the myriad of the above topics) has been conducted by the renowned researcher Hushval Shatska, who delves deeply into quantifying the immaterial. His research has produced observations that are highly representative of the situation, but before we explore them, we must get clear some terms of reference.
1. Subject: The person in question, experiencing the spirit and energy.
2. Think Centre: The place which is most suitable to harnessing the aforementioned spirit and energy.
3. Task: The glorious activity which is a serenade to creativity.
4. Distractions: Any object or phenomenon that impairs the Subject’s ability to harness the spirit and energy, and the most common examples of these are: mosquitoes buzzing around the ear, mosquitoes or any other bug biting the arm, babies that cry, barking dogs, leaking taps, etc.


Hushval Shatska’s observations were as follows:
1. The spirit of the mind and energy of the soul conducive for the performance of the Task are to be tapped invariably after dark, and the further away from light the Subject is, the more powerful is the Tapping. The inference to this is that great ideas come only late at night.
2. The ability to harness the spirit of the mind and the energy of the soul occur only in the Think Centre, and that Think Centre is fluid enough to become any place readily available.
3. The grander the Task, as a result of extremely skilful and efficient harnessing of the spirit of the mind and energy of the soul, the more difficult it becomes to create a Think Centre, because the grandest Tasks are only conceived when an irritating aunt/ unpleasant grandparent/ bratty cousin/ odious uncle/ crying babies have occupied any area surrounding a decent possible-Think-Centre and cannot be disturbed.
4. The Think Centre finally chosen, will have Distractions that are directly proportional to the grandness of the Task.
On the basis of these observations, Professor Hushval Shatska finally concluded that the grander the Task, the more impossible it is to accomplish, and using the principals of backward projections, he further concluded that the universe conspires against the Subject when embarking on a task, so that the only tasks that can be possible, are those which require almost negligible levels of spirit and energy, and are constituted by the random activities that define one’s daily mundane rut.

*Author’s note: Hushval Shatska is an odious pessimist, and gives me the heeby-jeebies.

ON REPITITION...

Sometimes a door closes
The lights fade and finally vanish
And the iron grip of dust settles
On articles and memories alike
And we forget what did live
And strive to create another

For what we hide we forget
And what we forget we repeat
Till all we are left with
Are incomplete words
And deeds unfinished
Over and over again

And so we must move back
To wipe away the dust and reopen lives
To relive that what we forgot
And to remember that which we hid away
The airs of memory that are murky and dank
Must be shown to light shining again

So let the doors shut be opened
Let the drapes drawn be pulled apart
Let the flames of thought be rekindled
Let the memories sing to us again
For that which had died once must be reborn
Lest we give birth to another death