It is a fool’s errand to search for a muse. For a muse is eternal, whispering in perpetuity with patient grace into one’s ear. It is upon one’s shoulder at all times in a loving embrace. It is the grand undertaking of the writer to become a vessel of the muse’s words. To become receptive to the divine. To become a bridge worthy of taking on such precious cargo as the very testament of a higher power. There are times when this task becomes daunting to even the most pious. Times when just one hundred words alone are a struggle.