Fluidity Fixed

This photo made me think, in that way that things never follow a straight line through our minds, about a quote from Terry Brooks in his book Sometimes the Magic Works.  He talked about how sometimes to get at what he needed to understand, within his "subterranean" mind, he would sort of go away for a while.  Like during a conversation about something else, or when he was driving.  This had to be a little awkward, leading to comments from his friends about how "Terry's not really all here."  In Terry's mind, though, being not all here was a very good thing, because that meant he got to be somewhere that's not here, he gets to be there.  "There" was the place where the magic happened.  It's the place Henry Miller might have called the "celestial recording room." Many people might take issue with the idea that anything from Mr. Miller's pen had any connection to the celestial realms, but his meaning is clear, and we can take it to be: inspiration is gotten from crossing boundaries, going somewhere, or getting "it" (via begging, supplication, or blackmail) to come here.  So if Terry Brooks were going to be anywhere, why would he not want to be where the magic and the words came from?  This photo put me in mind of Terry (and Henry-san) because it has subverted the fixedness of its subjects via movement, making them strings and streaks instead of points.  Is it not crossing a boundary of sorts, to make the solid mutable, and that which is fixed, mobile?  Now that we've crossed, inspiration must be near.  We only have to be ready with a bucket to catch it.