It was thought that the gods blew on creative people, who would then inhale the god's breath and have an idea. This is the premise of "inspiration": inhaling divine breath and ideas.

Monday, January 25, 2016

The lamp...

Three word wednesday

Madly, adjective: in a manner suggesting or characteristic of insanity, with extreme intensity (informal).

Nocturnal, adjective: done, occurring, or active at night.
Omen, noun: an event regarded as a portent of good or bad

The light from oil lamp continued to burn. She looked at it from where she sat. 'How long do I have to wait? Every second seems to be like a decade. And this lamp... it reminds me of us! The lamp made of earth is like our bodies... vessel carrying our souls.' She touched the wick with her fingers... pushing it above slightly lest it gets put off by the oil. 'This wick... is our soul. So pure... it burns away to give light to others. Oil in lamp is love... without love we are nothing but darkness. Nocturnal animals. Blinded by desire. Spark which lights lamp is lust. And the light which spreads... it is the Truth. The only truth. Only the ones who have loved madly will know this truth.' She closed her eyes.. lost deeply in thoughts of her lover. A strong gush of wind... blew the lamp. 'Alas such a bad omen... ' she said aloud. 'I think not... my dear. Its nature's approval for our act of love.'

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