Even the lurid nature of love expressed in a dance with the abstract... a song, a picture, a thread and line that weave a coat, the tooled work of sundered logs formed into an emblem of longing.... In the end one is left tired, unable to be inspired as once was. Yet rest is just around the corner if you are patient, if your meaning is more than to obtain something through a fancy display...
The shifting nature of what inspires might lead one into more of an illusion than if we abandoned the credulous nature of hasty convictions in the abstract. Find the commonality in what evokes thee, and the evocation you shall speak once imbued will show it self to be not but one form but dependent on the essence of what was witnessed, what transpired. There you shall see that an indiviudal will collect a common theme in their expression, and thus we conclude with our own incredulous act that the shifting nature of what inspires is more so the latent nature of our desires to sift and find in what transpires a common theme......
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