Ideas, we all know, are not born in people's heads. They begin somewhere out there, loose wisps of smoke swirling directionless in their search for a befitting mind.
We like t'believe that everything's got an explanation. . . that our years on this earth make a safe kinda sense. We build ourselves up with explantions and rationalizations t'make us nice and comfortable--an' some people manage t'get through their lives without ever having to question any of it. But I think most of us have learned that. . . just when we least expect it. . . something comes droppin' down out o' the heavens. . . that blows all our comfortable ideas right t'pieces.