“Isn’t that a beautiful sentence?” asked the Muse of Many Questions. “Can you call Natalie’s muses Cal? Maybe they have some tips for us?” Urania asked. “This isn’t the sixties… and I’m not your secretary. Message them yourself.” Calliope was in a mood and couldn’t quite explain why.
Au contraire. Isn't love beyond trouble.? And Van Gogh? Could it be the place in Rumi's field where trouble is absent?