My hope is to incite that feeling of inspiration in as many other people as possible. To receive and pass along that baton to anyone willing to carry it further. I guess the answer to the question would be I'm inspired by the work of those (and sometimes even the people themselves) who strive to inspire.
"The Newspaper That Obstructs The Law On A Trivial Pretext, For Money's Sake, Is A Dangerous Enemy To The Public Weal. That Awful Power, The Public Opinion Of A Nation, Is Created In America By A Horde Of Ignorant, Self-complacent Simpletons Who Failed At Ditching And Shoemaking And Fetched Up In Journalism On Their Way To The Poorhouse."
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?