Inspiration Point

Inspiration is by no means my way of life. Inspiration strikes me at odd moments during odd conversations with rare people. By 'rare' I mean that they must be a certain sort of being in order to strike such a chord in me. This will not be a list of such people, but a study of where I draw my inspiration. I am almost positive that I do not know myself where it comes from. The things that never fail to inspire me or humble me, for inspiration really the reaction of the soul to its being humbled by something that it recognizes as greater than itself, are the setting summer sun as it sinks like a giant orange-sherbert colored plate in a washed-out blue sink of a sky. I am inspired by moments in my adulthood that resemble images retained from childhood. I think I've figured it out. I can sit here and list the things that inspire me and never quite get my finger on it, so I won't. The closest I can come to knowing how to seek inspiration is to seek my childhood. Lucky me!