Doesn't this always happen? I want to say so much to the world and yet nothing comes... that the way it works. At the worst times you think of something beautiful, and in your head a poem forms, and that poem turns into an idea. You repeat it over and over to yourself, promising to remember it and then, nothing comes. I guess we have to do more than commit to an idea, we need to live it and pass it onto others so that it is never forgotten.