The Muse, once an Ancient Greek goddess, exists in our minds today as no more than an idea. The term, bastardised so beautifully in English, means something else altogether, yet somehow carries the same essence of what the Greeks had envisioned. A muse is an inspiration, and inspiration appears in but a few, desperate moments. And when it does, it’s as though you’re lifted up off your feet, out of the impenetrable fog that was clouding your mind, to a place where the air is clear and the ground is firm. And it’s as though you’ve felt the touch of the goddess herself.