We are the muse that moves mountains.
Storytellers: We are the muse. We are the spark. We are the ones that move mountains, for we are the ones that inspire men and women that mountains can indeed be moved.
Filmmakers, painters, sculptures, and poets. Fiction and fact and prognosticating prose. News of today or of time long ago. Music and lyrics and songs of the soul. A lamp fighting shadow on streets down below.
A spark, a seed, an idea to grow.
An idea is lost and forsaken — if it does not have the teller to foster its action.
A story can spread like the seeds of a lion. A wildfire ravaging the corners of being. But it starts with a spark that ignites the world reeling.
A stand against what is and a push to what will be, or what we will to be.
Historians, futurists, and fantastic orators. We whisper the words to move others to action. To change and to alter the path of creation. For we all build and destroy and create once again.
Preferable paths lit at dusk by our musings. Our thoughts, our ideals, and our dreams given form.
Let us, the tellers of stories, the creators of change, lift high on our shoulders like Atlas enduring, the weight of our world and keep it from burning.
Fiction and fact and prognosticating prose. News of today or of time long ago. Music and lyrics and songs of the soul. A lamp fighting shadow on streets down below.
