Artists have muses.  Muses are their creative inspiration.  The Greeks also called it a daemon – that mythical thing that gave magical creativity.  It’s actually their genius spirit that helps them when they’re stuck in a metaphorical tight corner.  Same thing, I think.  So when did we stop having geniuses and became geniuses?
I think I am actually searching for a muse.  Something that will be my creative genius.  I gave up trying to be a genius a long time ago.  Now I just want to learn from those that are better than me, whatever the context.  Maybe my muse is the sum of every engagement with the genius in each person with whom I work and live.