She is the goddess of art. She lives independent of earth rules, and visits artist in random moments. Like a body without life to move it, so is the artist without genius. She doesn’t depend on expertise; remember, she is genius. She moves at her own pace and runs at her own whims. She answers your questions when you are ready to know. When you have moved all other competing factors aside, she moves in. She demands all of your attention. She takes your soul, and all the mileage in your blood veins. In return she gives you a work that you would die to create–you have died to create.