Inspiration stems from interaction with others and is undeniably rooted in social clustering. Human nature drives this need for a connection with other people and sparks a desire to communicate in some form. Those that live in solitude away from this mingling are far less likely to be as creative as those forced into cramped spaces within dense cities. Even though there is this uneasy absence of personal space it creates multiple opportunities for thought waves to cross paths. Ideas being whirled around in a mixer are then poured out into the martini glass of intellectual brilliance. Sparks fly as the blades of intellect cross paths and the life blood of creative thought gushes outward into the open air. Time is limited here and everyone is always seeking the best way to spend it, wanting nothing more than to leave a legacy behind; a reason to have lived, a purpose for existing. Being a part of something larger than one's self is human instinct bored into the heart of what we call a soul and living there with no hope of ever overcoming this feeling. If you try to fight the current you will only languish and drown, but if you follow it, a pool of existence awaits at the other end and if auspicious an ocean of endless aspirations.
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