Muses only exist because men can see their souls... it appears as a flame... exhilarating... signaling devotion... maddening... ensuring destruction... but closer and closer we must draw ourselves.
True muses who stand in their divine feminine energy and spiritual sovereignty imprint upon the souls of men, not in an egotistical way, but through inspiration.
Such imprinting exists at different tiers - it is multidimensional, layered, and nuanced. However, to achieve apex imprinting, such muses must also offer their own soul. Thus, their ability to imprint at a primordial and divine level is finite.
There is an art to imprinting, because it is essentially the act of ushering a man into his greatest becoming. Such a muse opens an untouched world he has yet to experience - one that his soul yearns for with violent hunger, a reality of ultimate meaning.
Thus, a true muse is fluent in the language of discernment, for the greatest tragedy of a muse is to do this for the wrong man - one insufficiently spiritually strong to rise to his perpetual dominion over all that which he chooses.