The light:
One man told me. There was a time, he dreamed genius dreams, he jumped up in the middle of the night with a clear and clear thought of what and how to do. And then I went to sleep and by the morning I remembered nothing, except that the thought was brilliant.
One evening, he put a pen and paper on the bedside. Not long they waited for their hour, soon a brilliant dream again visited our hero. In the morning, he wakes up, takes a paper in his hands, and it is written in crisp letters: “The nail is ready to dry the water.”