Inspiration; the life-force of design. The accelerant of imagination. The vital cord of innovations and endless possibilities.
In its absence, all creative processes lay dormant. The tools gather dust, the instruments begin to rust as the body degenerates all the more.
But inspiration is like rain to a parched and famished land which returns well-springs of abundance; Ideas flourish as sweet songs blow in the breeze. Showering fountains of nectar flow through the valleys as honey streams from the hills.
The women rejoice in the fruit of their womb as the flute blissfully carries its tune to the dancing trees, reciprocating the accompaniment of resounding praise to the source of all vision, inspiration and design; from whom all virtue and everything glorious abounds out of benevolent affection, so lavished upon all of life; blessed and preserved from time into eternity.