Accountable to the Muse

Accountability is the table cloth upon which the endeavor of the weeks perspiration rest, as characters are dissected and plots are tucked and pointed into a wall of integrity that only knows play, not law or the litigious ways into which one may be ensnared, called out to stand in recitation and be held accountable.  A cafe table only serves to expand the minds of others and diminish yours as the unaccounted for nuances of the characters fall prey to the whims of a new master.  One soon finds that tablecloth sweeping out the door in a mad rush to create or recreate the ideas of another.  Accountability is subtle yet profound in the law as it conjours intent, rights, property, culpability.  These are taken at face value and given lip service when aired by the brave or brandished by the weak, but usually more over by the envious who have bothered to study it.  In this, my inaugural utterance, questions can never be facts, facts must have valid citation, opinions carry only the weight of one and fiction as a tool to teach or infect others with ideas requires that most sought after of accountability clauses, the disclaimer.  While I may recognize the law of the land, I am first and foremost accountable to me and my muse, for it is she who instructs me to peril and into the jaws of chaos.