Asking for inspiration embraces anticipation of the unknown, in direction, primal intention and urgency of mind and foot. There is no resonance without cavity, yet the mountain hums. No understanding without context yet all crave some higher state or content. What makes a man seek?

Why do you look oh fettered man? What release beckons, no awaits your quest for emancipation? is it freedom or eternal misunderstanding of the shackles cast round your ankles, hands and heart? Is it so hard to love yourself enough to search for a place without dimension?

Do we so crave prisons of thought and person that we adapt addiction and yearning to work as new found master? What is joint venture and may two share the same dedication to service of the coming King? When and what have we seen that we may properly measure time?

What is a body or thought in discord with self or capture to the same? Teasing what we think to be mania, we assume to be always in the right. When person-hood crumbles who is recipient of lost fate? With the anguish of denied purpose signal or trigger alternative wicks of justice?