The longer you deprive the world of your creation, the more people shall perish.
It is that important.
Pour water on your ashes.
Let your seed find home.
Creative buds shall grow and bloom.
No one need pick flowers until they've blossomed.
And even then no one's got a right to pick 'em apart
or suck out their life.
Claude Debussy had an answer for his critics:
"When you tear the wings off a butterfly, it is no longer a butterfly."
When you need us, call us.
Your muses are by your side.
And, behold, creation.