The Mystery Which Comes Through Us

We are servants of the Mystery.

We were put here on earth to act as agents of the Infinite, to bring into existence that which is not yet, but which will be, through us.

Every breath we take, every heartbeat, every evolution of every cell comes from spirit and is sustained by spirit every second, just as every creation, invention, every bar of music or line of verse, every thought, vision, fantasy and stroke of genius comes from that infinite intelligence that created us and the universe in all its dimensions, out of the Void, the field of infinite potential, primal chaos, the Muse.

To acknowledge that reality, to efface all ego, to let the work come through us and give it back freely to its source, that, in my opinion, is as true to reality as it gets.

―Steven Pressfield, The War of Art