Inspiration is the mere act of casting a light into the darkness of another mans soul to allowing him to witness what he already unknowingly possessed.
A miner and a writer are no different in many respects, journeying into the deep dark depths of the earth, the other of his soul. Both searching to bring something back from darkness to light.
What right the Sikh have to live this life in willful ignorance? He who bows to a book, calls his almighty the teacher and himself the student, to which his relationship is one based upon his own enlightenment and not his own enslavement.
They say the future is bright, were it so then why cannot the average man see it? For it is not. It is dark, it conceals its own nature. What is bright however is the minds of men, who have enlightened themselves with knowledge and wisdom. To possess the ability to cast the light of their minds into that darkness, and bear witness what resides.