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  • Kiki Suarez asks “And where do ideas and thoughts come from? Where do they go? ....”

    I'm ready to admit that I'm clueless about the first question (except, see below). This is what I know about the second question: Once released, ideas flutter every which way. They are migratory, unstoppable in fact, as they -- once born -- require no further nourishment. They fly till they alight on a telegraph line like so many sparrows, where they can be seen by every passersby. Ideas know that sooner or later Kiki will weave them into her tapestry, another leap into non-oblivion.

    But here the promised Below: without having a clue about where in general ideas come from, I wish to contribute data toward future research on this issue. Here is the true origin of the story "Sprouting an Idea:"

    (1) I seldom go to Facebook. But recently, when I did, I saw the posted picture of a person dear to me in a pose that seemed caught in the precise moment of conceiving an idea; eyes wide open, directed at a point well above the horizon, and excitement all over her face. This happened on day minus two.
    (2) Background: There is this thing I call Cowbird Craving for Love. Once you are "loved," you want to be "loved" again, but you cannot achieve this without posting a new story, so you become a narrator compelled by a mixture of narrative drive, vanity, and a new form of addiction.
    (3) On day minus one, this craving exceeded a certain threshold, and I cast around to find an idea with Cowbird worthiness.
    (4) On that day it so happened that Ilaria Mutti, a person unknown to me, "loved" one of my stories. I looked at her profile, and saw that her head was covered with flowers that seemed to sprout from it.
    (5) Ilaria's avatar picture immediately invoked the memory of the day I spent in the New York Botanical Garden, only a few weeks before, where I took pictures of the monumental sculptures, all of women's heads sprouting branches with leaves.
    (6) Now figure this: all of this is on my mind on day zero. The synthesis is to equate the sprouting of branches and flowers from a woman's head with the very idea of having an idea. It took two real women, depicted on Facebook and Cowbird, and one ingenious sculptor of giant aluminum casts of women's heads, to get my brain in gear and bring it to a definite conclusion.
    (7) Now where else could I explain this, and have an audience of at least two?
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