Why do I need a muse to tell the truth? Truth is a muse of its own. No vessel neccesary. Moments of truth last forever on the record. Does the record change? It should. Uncharted evolution is change with little purpose. No one wants to read frustration only the wisdom it inspires. The stream of the moments is dry without the struggles and divisions of the heart. The boundaries of love gave words a direction. Now I go from enlightening discussions of Nothing, into the beautifully monstrous everything else.