Inspiration has little to do with success and even less to do with failure.
It is an unwritten state of being far crazier than entropy and a lot heavier than thermodynamics. Images flood to mind of Egyptians moving mammoth mountains of rock to erect powerful pyramids-not religious inspiration but something else that transcends religion, thinking more on a metaphysical or mythological plane. These are but mere warnings of inspirations about to be unleashed like violent visceral volcanoes that surge forth hot molten magma with a lucid red intensity and many dangerous side effects. Any true inspiration leaves the person out of control, rhythmic and writhing like the bodies at a three-day voodoo ceremony. Dancers are possessed and leave their bodies, allowing great and old spirits to once again roam the earth in the confines of sacred dance and sacred trance.