It is so frustrating. In your mind there is a fascinating creation or new way to view reality around you. And as soon as that beautiful thought comes into your grasp, your train of thought breaks and imprisons it. Dang it, this potential symphony, the birth from an outburst of creativity is halted, most likely never to return. And it burns to know you were so close yet so far. You rack your brains, but to no avail. Once your train jumps track, your mind fails completely. Failure engulfs your mind, and you sputter curses in a search to find your possible Mona Lisa or Starry Night. It’s a constant fight between the artist and his greatest enemy;the thief responsible for hundreds of stolen symphonies and inventions; his intentions are only to block your thoughts. The enemy is himself.