The vanishing act

It’s fascinating. One moment you have an idea, then you get interrupted for a second, and what do you know? It’s gone.

My mother says that if that happens the thought can’t have been important. I disagree: The thought might have been complete rubbish, but a thought is a thought and, just like an apple expects to fulfill its destiny by being eaten rather than rotting on the ground, a thought has a right to be cherished and given consideration, even if only to be scrunched up into the recesses of the recycling bin of your brain.

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