 It could be the lyrics of the next song I hear on the radio. It could be the chance utterance of a couple that I happen to be over here talking in a coffee shop. It could be any one of a thousand ways, a feeling that simply comes over to me, a vision, an idea, a visualization that just appears to me out of nowhere for no apparent reason, or a simple incident, like walking down the street in major city and coming across a man sitting on the sidewalk, leaning up against a building with a basket in front of him and a little cardboard sign that says anything he helps.