I was thinking about how strange an idea is. No one ever really knows where ideas come from. People either chance upon them like accidental treasure, or people sit down and think really hard until one comes, but no one ever creates their own idea. They're more like gifts, like butterflies, flitting around, some great, some small, some ugly, some tall. Butterflies that come and pollinate your brain with stuff from other brains or from the cosmos until this thought you have blossoms into a flower and grows some big fat juicy fruit that everyone wants a taste of. And also they bring aurora borealis. Yeah.