Oh, for an idea

A little bling, a little spark, and voila it’s light, the light bulb, a Promethean kind of independence from the paternal sun, its friendship and tyranny, which we know but perhaps we don’t too often contemplate as there just doesn’t seem much reason to meditate on what is so taken for granted as to be mundane, but still we know it as a Promethean object, a gift of fire, of independence, igniting thought, ideas, the cartoon figure is perplexed and fishing about the dark of the mind when inspiration flashes and we know what the light bulb appearing over the cartoon figure’s head means, it is illumination and the resolving of at least a portion of a puzzle.