In the words of Da Vinci

"Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its purity and in cold becomes frozen, even so does inaction sap the vigors of the mind."

Just revving up

Just discovered that when you try to write after an immodereately long hiatus, words seem to adumbrate into the deepest crevices of your mind....a writer's block - the five dollar word for the uncanny phenomenon....but when you try to haul them out of their clandestine abode you end up createing a semblance, an illusion of expression that depicts nothing but nothing. And what's a better muse than nothing!