The rational intellect doesn't have a great deal to do with love, and it doesn't have a great deal to do with art. I am often, in my writing, great leaps ahead of where I am in my thinking, and my thinking has to work its way slowly up to what the "superconscious" has already shown me in a story or poem.
No one comes unless they're drawn by the voice of desire that leads em along, to the redemption of what went wrong by the blood that covers the Innocent One.