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WHO IS THE MUSE? The Muse is, was, has been, will be, was never, will never, could be, and may have been. A sentient presence in the depths of space had spontaneously concentrated itself into energy, and compressed itself into light. It plummeted towards Earth's atmosphere, and struck down into the ocean like a gleaming meteor, just off the coast of a landmass situated somewhere in the soutwestern hemisphere in the middle of the night of March 1st, 1960. Time passed, and, suspended in the water, the light created itself a form of human flesh and blood. The sea's currents swayed and pulled, and eventually left the body on the sand of the shore. In its new form, it awoke, experiencing human consciousness for the first time. He, now a man, unsteadily picked his body off the wet sand, onto his hands and knees, as the waves crashed over him. Now on his feet, he couldn't comprehend anything that he saw beneath the horizon, feeling familiarity only with the stars in the sky. He struggled to adapt to his human form, his new senses, the weight that he now physically carried. He was hyper-sensitive and disoriented, and did not know where he was, or who he was. He began to wander about, as his motor skills sharpened and his senses adapted to the input. He watched the first sunrise his eyes had seen, and was moved by the beauty of the natural world around him.  A completely unremarkable young man somewhere between mid-twenty-something and early-thirty-something awoke in his bed at an off angle, unsure whether it was dawn or dusk. Ten thousand years ago, a barrel-chested, swaggering barbarian stood off on the outskirts of Babylon; the Son of the Sun surveyed his territory with a well-earned arrogance, face turned up to meet the blinding white light of his skies. Before and after anything and everything and nothing ever or never existed, a stray shadow chased a shock of light that spiraled and circled around its own head, then its own legs, and the light continued chasing the shadow feverishly, until the pair mirrored each others' movements and created a rippling spiral of motionlessness as he stood and rubbed his eyes and fell through the floor, teetering off the edge of the rings of Saturn, outrunning Orion the hunter's wrath over millions of lightyears of silence and spacedust, before quickly shaking his head and rubbing his eye again. As the perplexed, sullen-eyed woman repeated herself to the spaced-out taxi driver, he cleared his throat, and proceeded to repeat back to the woman the directions she gave him. She closed the door, placing her handbag on the floor of the car, while the taxi driver re-adjusted his mirror, wondering what had gotten into him. He is the Muse. A formless essence born from the fractal of twisting existence and nonexistence, he adopted the human identity of a withdrawn, unsociable taxi driver. Riddled with loneliness, confusion, melancholy, and questions without answers, he lives his life as a drifter. He experiences surreal phenomena that place him at the delicate border between reality and non-reality, wandering civilization, the wilderness, and wherever the doorways in his reality lead him, all with a persistent feeling of being lost. There are times where he makes peace with his reality and existence, and times where he is at odds with it, and desperately seeks to study and understand everything that he feels, sees, and is, in detail. He meets people who disappear as soon as they appear, some who remember him and others who don't; some he remembers, and some he doesn't. Some days he rests, some days he waits, some days he seeks. Strange, sentimental, psychic, somber, curious and temperamental. Equally impatient and forgiving, proud and secretive, conversant when others are silent and silent when others are conversant. The future reveals itself to him in dreams and visions full of bizarre, celestial, mythological symbolism and imagery, but whatever messages are relayed to him are so abstract and without context that he often cannot make sense of them until after the fact.  Before creation, there was inspiration.  |
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