Our man didn’t know, his brain too weak, his will too short, ideas were not born in him, and so his life was sad, empty and of course lonely. Ideas are after all our best friends, like kittens, but like kittens you can’t trust them, you look into their eyes and you see commitment, you see them purr and you think you are their master. But ideas like cats are flitting, forever vague, between staying and leaving. And that is fun, don’t be mad, the chase is better than the catch.