Wor{ship}

Humbled before the altar of expression, I sit, mind outstretched in a penitent pose. Balanced on the razor's edge between knowledge and action, it is a seat of both comfort and danger. The gravity of procrastination will drag you down if you wait, cleaving one's idea from its source like flesh from bone. Such is the risk of idleness. Creativity demands attention, or its intensity will fade along with the frequency of its visits. One must keep the ship up and running, sails at the ready, for when that wind blows, it will take you to your destination and beyond.