For me, a muse has become more than a woman (for years I relied on my interactions with women and the societally obligated appreciation of them for inspiration), now that I have overcome the necessity of any female involvement in my life and ambitions I have discovered a new beauty in existence. Beauty can be in steel, in wood, in bone, and above all beauty can be masculine in nature. My definition of "muse" is: That which causes me to let go of this world for a moment so my inner being can come forward, a point of singular focus. I really don't care what the literal definition is, as far as that's concerned it's just another scribble in the giant notebook of this world's silly little rules. I despise at least ninety-five percent of my own human population, in my travels I have discovered that most of our kind lack the ability to compromise and sense common reason. I am disgusted with my species for their ignorance in every matter and their lack of a true ambition to find solutions. This notion includes everyone from hippies to loan-sharks to Fortune 500 C.E.O.'s.
My muse, though it is ever changing, gives me an escape from this pointless obligation to a worthless involvement and frees my hand to say what I wish; for any spoken word can be shouted over, but an image cannot be silenced and will always have the last word.
The beauty of this world lies not in speaking about others or what they say about who you are. The beauty of this world is about casting away everything you are told and pursuing what you've known since birth, for as individuals we are created to pursue an individual path, one we must travel in solitude so as not to lead others off of their own.