How often are you doing something simple, [ like taking apart an empty kleenex-box ], readying it for the trash when an idea pops into your head, then, you walk off with the neatly folded kleenex-box? Where?
- Where were you going?
- What thought took over your mind?
- What did you do with the little box?
- What did you do with your idea?
But life is like that, when an idea pops into your head. Now nobody will ever see that little box again.