Now it seems that it has been some time since the last addition to this map of sorts.  Now like every decent writer one must experience some sort of profound moment, something that shakes you to the very core.  I sum up my absence as such.  I will explain my absence as I feel it has some merit.  Some time before my last entries, I found that I had discovered a Muse.  Not in the sense of a daughter of Zeus but rather a person who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.  Now the thing is muses are described as orchestrating the events and we find Greek writer paid homage to them so perhaps this is my turn.  This Muse had fed on my thoughts, examined the darkest parts of my being and found the foundation of my work to be just but limited.  This Muse had found that the journey to find her had placed its toll on me and the scars along the way showed.  To my dismay, the muse found that I was not yet ready for the inspiration I searched for.  Therefore, I was sent away from that place I discovered the Muse. After some time, the warrior spirit returns because as we know everyone dies but not everyone really lives.  We fall so that we may rise up taller and stronger.   It was after regaining the warrior spirit and achieving great feats that I found the Muse in sending me away had given me the gift of hope and hope leads to inspiration which makes it lasting rather than fleeting.  I returned to the place I had found my Muse but she had departed.  However, in her absence, I found that I had gained so much more and perhaps one day I would greet my Muse in the Elysium Fields