why you

so you think that all these are just coincidence? that you can then extract them all into your notes? all of a sudden, somehow, that book you just read, gave you an idea of starting a satanic cult? how come thousands other did not think of that? just by chance, that soda you just sipped out, brought you out a deep memory about your ex? sorry pal, stop thinking that you're the only one with bright ideas. it's not you who really matters. you're are most definitely, not, the only factor. just like the rest of us, mongers, we are doomed to wait. like all ordinary everyday paupers, we just can't think of anything without being given a thought. but by who? you can read a book about love, yet you learn about hate. then most certain, that book is about hate afterall. because you just cannot get the loving part at all. a boy sat all day long in class and went home with nothing. the lesson was not for him. a staff stood helplessly in front of his screaming boss, and then went out the room loosely. the yelling was not for him. like can only be known by like, the illum said. that idea, you have in your mind is yours because it is made for you by no other than yourself.