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Dec. 8th, 2013 10:48 pmI don't have a "muse". I have a mule.
Some days, the roads are smooth, the skies are clear, the birds are singing, and the mule trots along happily with my hand on its reins, both of us working in harmony. Some days, the roads are muddy, it's raining, and I have to keep tugging at the mule and feeding it carrots to get it to go. Some days, there's a blizzard, and trying to go anywhere with my mule would be far too dangerous. Sometimes the mule escapes and I have to run after it and when I've caught up, I've lost my way, and we have to hack through weeds to get back to the road. And sometimes, the mule sits down and refuses to go any further for no apparent reason whatsoever. All I can do is make camp and try to relax until I can coax the mule back to the road.
That damned mule is stubborn and temperamental and it likes braying in my face to make fun of me. But when I've treated it right, it can also be loving, obedient, and graceful. I'm dependent on it, but it's no higher form, it's not supernatural, and it most certainly does not demand my blood and tears. What good would blood and tears do it? Blood and tears do not lead to carrots and warm beds.
Some days, the roads are smooth, the skies are clear, the birds are singing, and the mule trots along happily with my hand on its reins, both of us working in harmony. Some days, the roads are muddy, it's raining, and I have to keep tugging at the mule and feeding it carrots to get it to go. Some days, there's a blizzard, and trying to go anywhere with my mule would be far too dangerous. Sometimes the mule escapes and I have to run after it and when I've caught up, I've lost my way, and we have to hack through weeds to get back to the road. And sometimes, the mule sits down and refuses to go any further for no apparent reason whatsoever. All I can do is make camp and try to relax until I can coax the mule back to the road.
That damned mule is stubborn and temperamental and it likes braying in my face to make fun of me. But when I've treated it right, it can also be loving, obedient, and graceful. I'm dependent on it, but it's no higher form, it's not supernatural, and it most certainly does not demand my blood and tears. What good would blood and tears do it? Blood and tears do not lead to carrots and warm beds.
