My writing muse is much like a cat. Only really does stuff when it wants to, and will constantly claw at your skull unless you address it. Of course, by the time you actually address it, the muse will suddenly lose interest.
I have always thought the idol to these kind of believers was the Bible. Not the teaching within. The actual book above the teachings. Not as a tool to learn how to live but as a sword and shield used to justify their hate.