This phrase immediately stuck out to me when I found it. I recently finished the book, The War of Art by Steven Pressfield. A brilliant book about creative work. The final chapters of the book talks about how every person is gifted with a muse. An angelic being that is quietly revealing beauty and creativity to us from a higher realm. Feeding us our ideas. Our only responsibility is to be ready and able to translate the things gifted to us. Over this last year I have been learning that my job as a creative is to be aware of this voice. It is quiet, it will not shout. In the meantime I diligently work so that when the muse speaks I am able to hear and to execute. My ideas are not my own. They are a gift. I am only a steward of them, for a time.