Oh, the frustration! Woe betide those incredible thoughts, those wonderful insights which are realised in our minds and then pass us by, leaving only a superficial imprint in our minds of something deep and grandoise, but, alas, with no indication as to what it actually was. We strive to recover these thoughts, sometimes spending hours pondering what it might have been, what this dazzling, brilliant idea actually was, and yet, this is usually in vain, and we are confined to misery, deflation, and even anger.
And yet, while this forgetfulness may be apparent, is it real? Is it possible to have dreamed such wonderous dreams and fail to recover them in our minds? Did we really forget? Or is it all an illusion? Perhaps it is a spontaneous occurance. Perhaps what we think we once had, we never had at all. Does our mind expect more from us? Have we become so devoid of creativitiy, that our mind instinctively creates containers for profound thoughts, and yet we give it nothing to fill them with?
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