Inspiration is a strong influence. It’s source plentiful.
The spores of a flower, float out in the wind and are at the mercy of the environment. Will they find a home?
The same can be said for inspiration. One is inspired, then produces and expels a creation. The creation can then find a home thereby continuing the chain, or lie dormant and perhaps die.
If one is not inspired, what will become of one?
What if every inspiration creates a product which in itself inspires none?
Could all become stagnant?
This would be an end to reaction.
For the child to surpass the parent, the child must take the spores of parent’s highest inspiration, nurture it, and let it’s influence seep through the child, as the parent wasn’t able to do. Blossoms, where parents produced weeds.
This is how we are true to that influence. This is how we stop stagnation.
Is that the wish? To let one’s child inspire one to death?
There is so many sources of inspiration, that it is inconceivably that it would ever dry up.
If one is not inspired, I think you will do okay, but life will probably have less meaning, and you may be less happy.
In physics, a particle of matter forms merely because an impossible state is being inadvertently sought. Because it is an impossible state, the struggle never ends and literally nothing else matters, or “forms matter”. Entropy is defeated by such dedication to achieve the impossible. A spec of eternal matter is formed. And thus the dream of the immortal “soul” is achieved although immortality wasn’t the aim. What becomes immortal is the specific harmony that represents the constant effort toward that specific impossible aim. The entropic shell is formed merely by the valuing of always insisting that closer to that perfect dream is always better than further even though the perfection is impossible.
Seek the impossible so as to inspire and obtain the eternal.
And there can be no end.
An end is always a thought. We can say that we had an experience of an end and that it was no thought at all, but even still it is thought that must recall that experience and it’s thought that therefore must be trusted. Thought has created an end. It therefore obviously has also created a beginning. It has created the concepts birth and death. It has created the concepts parents, tribes, nations, forgiveness, redeption, good and evil. It’s an interesting thing; this mind that the human race engages in so constantly, so consistently. I wonder what would happen if we gave a tad bit more attention to our environment and a bit less towards the interpretating mechanism of this environmen? The one we call “our minds”?