On paper, none. Mentally, hardly more.
This is the way of it. A spirit of depression has haunted my steps this past day, dragging me away from thrivability.
I think perhaps that, like the spirit of God, any spirit of inspiration cannot be controlled, only prepared for. So I open my heart and mind, make a room ready, and place myself in various opportune locations as to attract such attention. But until action is taken, I must wait.