Even truth can never deny how much doses of imagination we need for our daily creativity within and outside boxes. Yet, the truth is that in human existence, truth and imagination are on a single pole, like diagonals of a parallelogram in the dance of quantum creativity that fuels our creative endeavors.

The undeniable reality is that imagination, like an eager companion, perpetually lingers forever at the threshold of our senses, patiently waiting for the courageous one within us to unlock the doors of invention useful for our existence in every way Revelation Chapter 3 verse 20 means when it says:

Behold, I stand at the door

and continually knock

if anyone hears My voice

and opens the door,

I will come in

and eat with him

and he with Me.

This is the catalyst that breathes life into our existence, the fertile ground upon which the celestial marvels take root and miracles unfold. As the air we inhale fills our lungs, imagination yearns to be channeled through our tongues and fingertips, craving the chance that only mortals can provide on this plane, through our will and choices, we possess the magic to narrate lives on this plane and other plane, and shape these stories according to the strength of our perceptions.

To embrace the call to creativity, in the center of the Muse's readiness, the medium, and the language itself, it is essential to recognize the mortal truth that we all bear the burden of a formidable adversary - the poison sumac of creative stagnation and stalling. This malevolent force casts a veil of silence upon tongues, disrupts the sanctity of the mind's strategic faculties, and instills fear in trembling fingers that seek to create.

It is during these moments that we must realize the luxuriant abundance awaiting our grasp, as words, ripe with potential, eagerly await our exploration. While Muses yearn to be known, and our fame sprouts from the fertile soil of our abilities. We possess the power to delve into the possibilities shaping their roles in our narratives through stanzas, paragraphs, brushstrokes, or resounding voiceovers.

We may then wonder:

What are we waiting for,

when the muse, medium, and language are ready?

The mortal truth our existence knows is that:

we are all affected by the poison Sumac,

the darkest vice of creativity

that terrific silence that glues tongues to their roofs,

messes up with strategic facilities of the mind,

and makes fingers fright till they befriend Backspace

or shift delete.

As we press forward in our passionate pursuit and propel ourselves toward our purpose, we must confront the layers of dangers that loom in the very place we should be traversing with ease. It is in these crucial moments that we must swiftly become who we are meant to be, shedding the shackles of fear, doubt, and thorns of perfection. Rather than allowing these hindrances to impede our progress, we must render them as mere tenants in our magnificent installation.

By embracing the incentives of doing and manifesting our roles, we embark on a journey to subdue the earth with the beauty of our living elixir: Creativity. We must forge healthy and evolving platforms that transcend generations, leaving an indelible mark on our path and those who follow in our footsteps.