This morning I felt like this.
While still in bed my body heated up as if filled with a clear light. It was in me and around me. It was as if little beings danced around my body and words "these dead forms can live" played to my ears. I realized whether imagined, or even deluded, an idea that takes a form can redeem. What has become petrified can be given life from above. If you try to revive and change it yourself you are just changing forms but not changing. Your imbalance, like electricity, will still carry through. Rather it's best to keep doing what you are doing and emerge from that. You're in the world, doing a particular thing, so let what has become lifeless become full of light and life. In this way the hopeless becomes hopeful. What seems dead takes on life. It is as if I heard this and it stands on its own.