Taketh away

Sublime ideas.

It seems many of us get them. Some seem capable of translating them into reality with either greater ease or a higher proficiency than many of us.

My question. What of those lost ones. Those ideas that you were so certain were so sublime, so perfect, yet either before you write them down, or before you thought to put them down, or before you realized how easy it was to forget perfection, slipped from your mind.

Left like the king who questioned Daniel. We know we experienced greatness. Yet we cannot define it.

Try as we might once whatever it is that momentarily endowed us with a piece of brilliance saw fit to snatch it away, or simply evaporate.

Why. Was our worthiness that fleeting? Or was it simply a turn in the path of fate. A means of contriving within us such feelings as brought by the midterm abortion of such greatness, or at least goodness or 'coolness', potential.

How I long for those lost pieces of me. Assuming they were parts of me.

--Find the Hive