Cotton Candy Castles

Cotton candy castles When you look closely at an idea, it has no weight. The holes seem to weigh more than the thought itself The idea can never happen. It can never be real. It is too preposterous, too stupid. The light is shined into the cavity of a brain, and the ideas melt away like bits of spun sugar melting in your mouth. Small, Insignificant Fluff never to be seen again. You try to save the fluff. Keep it from the light. But no matter how the idea hides, it cannot escape the scrutiny of the world. The idea flees from the light, and collides with another idea fleeing the same fate. The holes from one idea fill in the holes of the other. The idea grows Bigger, and collides with more ideas. Their holes gaining more and more weight until they are what the world calls concrete. Now the idea is something to be reckoned with. The idea could change the world. It could bring an alternate eternity into life. The idea could do ANYTHING. It continues to grow little spun fibers of fluff gathering speed, gathering power, gathering weight. Until the weight is too much to hold the holes together, and the idea is scattered, like fluff in the wind. The weight of the wholes, is more than the weight of the idea.