As a writer, an inexhaustible discourse stemming from the mysterious workings of love as well as the attachment of love to the body and psyche of particular artists and writers can draw the negative energy and negative focus stemming from those with “cynical thinking” and “money thinking.” The Roman poet Ovid famously responded to accusations of insolence on the part of those with cynical thinking and money thinking by stating:
“Gluttonous Envy, burst: my name’s well known already. It will be more so, if only my feet travel the road they’ve started. But you’re in too much of a hurry: if I live you’ll be more than sorry: many poems, in fact, are forming in my mind.”
Thus, the reality which goes over the head of those with cynical thinking and money thinking is that the mysterious attachment of love to the body and psyche of certain artists and writers leads to an inexhaustible discourse which in turn leads to the prolific output of artwork and writing that is hard to match and stop, especially when one’s competition is confounded by cynical thinking and money thinking. When twice-divorced Dana Bash asks “when will it ever stop,” the answer is quite simple: never.
In addition to the mysterious attachment of love to the body and psyche of certain artists and writers, certain artists and writers are also guided by what is called a “muse.” In many cases, God is the muse for certain artists and writers. As stated in a revelation from God himself to the Prophet Muhammad:
“Whosoever shows enmity to someone devoted to Me, I shall be at war with him. My servant draws not near to Me with anything more loved by Me than the religious duties I have enjoined upon him, and My servant continues to draw near to Me with supererogatory works so that I shall love him. When I love him I am his hearing with which he hears, his seeing with which he sees, his hand with which he strikes and his foot with which he walks. Were he to ask [something] of Me, I would surely give it to him, and were he to ask Me for refuge, I would surely grant him it. I do not hesitate about anything as much as I hesitate about [seizing] the soul of My faithful servant: he hates death and I hate hurting him.”
Thus, the mysterious attachment of love to the body and psyche of certain artists and writers is a gift from God, and it is not bestowed all and sundry. As Ray Bradbury puts it:
“All of my writing is God-given. I don’t write my stories – they write themselves. So out of my imagination, I create these wonderful things, and I look at them and say, My God, did I write that?…Everything comes to me. Everything is my demon muse. I have a muse which whispers in my ear and says, “Do this, do that,” but its my demon who provokes me.”
And in addition to God, a woman can also assume the role of a muse in certain cases. Thus, when it comes to having a muse, certain artists and writers can hold two watermelons in one hand. I can personally attest to this reality, and perhaps other artists and writers can attest to this as well.