Just after typing my last post, I took a deep breath, focused my chi, and pondered the meaning of the cosmos. Just then, one more place to look appeared within my mind, and before I knew it, my body was taking me there of its own volition. There I looked, and I beheld with my own eyes, the pen for which I had been searching. Angelic choruses rang clearly through the air as I took a wide stance and held the mighty pen aloft.
It was in a bag that I had already searched three times and not found it. But then I remembered it had a sleeping bag pouch on one end. The thought occurred to me that it might have somehow been concealed by the folds of the pouch. As I fished around, I caught hold of it. Sweet victory at last. Now I can get busy with some artwork!
That seems like quite the inspiration. Now just keep that same divine connection open while you draw images of death and destruction!
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