Sometimes even the most brilliant of ideas fail to inspire. The idea may come to you in a thunderstorm or in a tea cup. It may land on your doorsteps in a wicker basket or float as a cloud as you look up. It may come rowing in a paper boat or maybe dug up from an ancient burial.
Yet an idea may fuse, may rot, maybe forgotten. If it is denied. If it is ignored. If it fails to sparkle, it dies a silent perpetual death. And then is locked forever in the dark recesses of the basement of ideas.