Have you ever had that brilliant idea - that connection - the idea - the spark that happens in the shower or while driving - or in any other circumstance without access to recording your idea? You rush to find a pen, a pencil, a way to jot it down... but the whole process occupies the very spot that your spark sat waiting to be preserved. And then... NOTHING. Without a trace. I imagine that these sparks float skyward... out of reach... and find a place in the heavens. Billions and billions of sparks. Glowing with energy and light. Out of reach. They sparkle there in the heavens to inspire... to inspire us to keep going - to give rise to new ideas. New sparks.
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