Ideas

So many are almost there, but not quite. They come to the edge of birth, and then die off. Sometimes they are born prematurely, and doomed to die, without ample time to mature in the womb of the mind. Being fed with nutrients from past experiences, and growing into an individual one with a life of its own. No, ideas do not always make it. And it is the wise writer, as another wise writer once rightly said, who must do the killing. Of which, the benefit is twofold. First, to get rid of an unworthy idea. And second, to get the killing over with and bury the carcass in the soil, so that another life may feed from it and spring up. Like a phoenix from its own ashes, many ideas are born this way.