The artist retreats into himself  He closes his eyes and surrenders to his imagination  His mind opens a gate to vast inner landscapes  Time collapses, the heavens slowly unfold   The artist loathes mundane 'everydayness' He raises his brow at the gossip, trends and fashion of the masses  They are those who walk blindly, who worship false idols; Who revere fancy things, shiny things, the kind in which envy brings    For the artist, his path is clear  He follows his call towards Truth and Beauty  His pen is the hammer which frees us from the chains of conformity His art shakes us out of the prison of 'routine'  His words pull us towards the divine, the sacred   The artist is our liberator  He lights a flame deep within our souls, and awakens us from our dogmatic slumber  This paves the way towards authenticity and self-actualization   The moment is fleeting yet urgent  We receive our gift  A new way of living, A new way of being in the world  We scrape away the superficial rot amassed in our souls, and seize the possibility of true freedom  For in order to find ourselves,  We must first lose ourselves      Featured Image Source