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Oh music, my muse, wavelengths that resonate with my fragile soul and reverberate along with my courageous heart—the unknown, the threshold, the journey, the excitement, the farewell, the new visions, what if?

-what if it is all not real?

-what if?

Psyched—I’m heading to NYC in less than a month to see the one and only Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, alongside the magical Warren Ellis. No contest—he’s my performer of choice. Let life seed its beauty everywhere, even when that beauty stings in pain, even when it bursts into sparks of joy. Humanity is powerful yet so conditioned. I’m done shedding tears over it. In creativity, I take shelter—that’s where my true power grows.

Human action. In human action, I rely.

“A Teacher Gives New Symbolic Forms To Traditional Images.” —The Sabian Symbol for 10° Aries (Dane Rudhyar)

Aries—the sage warrior—trains with raw flame to reforge old myths. Stripping tradition down to its bones, we clothe it in something immediate and bold: a new life, scrawled between fear and longing.

I was long inside a dream,

I could not get looseI will tell you of it,

although there is little use…

Let Nick Cave’s words drift in, stirring up that deep hum of a long dark night. We sense the flicker of transcendence inside the hush of pain. No devil, no ogre—just a flying man with trailing hair, combing illusions from your name. Maybe a pause, a blink, a ripple in the middle of a dream.

Imagine standing at the threshold between day and night, seeing the sun slip behind the moon. A solar eclipse draws back the curtain on a deeper sky. Endings and beginnings fold together; we shift from silence to an urgent call. Aries energy surges—daring us to spark anew, trusting each step. We shed illusions, rewriting our dominion with each breath.

“O Muse, o alto ingegno, or m’aiutate…”

“O Muse, O high genius, now help me…

~Dante, Inferno II

“…there is a rubric which says: Here begins a new life…”

~Dante, La Vita Nuova

As Dante suggests, art is a summons to something divine and an echo of memory. We stand at the tail end of Neptune’s sojourn through Pisces—dream and dissolution—and the embryonic spark of Aries welcomes us. Hope—speranza—becomes an active verb, fueling fresh visions. Nick Cave’s haunting lines intertwine with Dante’s devotion, forging a single tapestry: the night, the unknown, the forward leap, the new life.

In that precarious zone, we feel the hush before the dawn, the final wave of Piscean dreaminess guiding us to a shore, Aries’ flame igniting a renewed sense of purpose. Let yourself greet the dark night with eyes wide open. It’s neither wholly day nor night, and maybe that’s the point—a luminous in-between, a hush that hovers, ready for each of us to sculpt anew. Let the old forms reveal their deeper patterns. Let your next evolution rise in the hush of this eclipse—fearless, brimming, unscripted.

A long dark night is coming down… And in the hidden glow, we find the spark that says: here begins a new life. Art, like love, moves through these thresholds—memory, longing, creation. If love is guided by intellect, and memory gives birth to creation, then together they form the foundation of artistic expression and higher understanding.

In Vita Nuova, Dante presents women as the “intellect of love” (intelletto d’amore), refining desire through reason and virtue. In mythology, Mnemosyne—Memory—births the Nine Muses, each an embodiment of creative and intellectual pursuits.

The word muse itself, tied to music, suggests that inspiration moves like a melody through time, carried by remembrance and shaped by the intellect of love. Dante’s Beatrice is not merely an object of devotion; she is divine wisdom, guiding him toward spiritual ascent. The Muses, too, are intermediaries between human thought and the eternal. Love, then,