Continuing from my unintelligible ramblings about the so called big idea I have to say that there is no idea. That is no definable idea and like a permanent fill in the blank one can insert a word, a phrase and for those few modern philosophers, an actual idea. The question that remains through all this irrelevance is whether there is anything like an idea. An idea by a standard dictionary definition is generally something that has occurred, usually for the first time to a great or small intellect and is distinguished by its seeming uniqueness. But what is there is actually no uniqueness and all ideas have at some point in time or the other been throughout of. While the concept itself is scary, the stories of supposed heretics burned at the stake because of their picturisation of strange machines which seemingly invoked the devil, are not a rare find. So those unaware of those actual ideas which literally went up in smoke would assume that they are the first and therefore deserve recognition while all they are are a poor man's genius, deluded by visions of originality clouding there mediocre lives. Calvin however is not one of them. Hobbes is not his imaginary friend and all those who fail to empathic with Calvin's inability to make his parents understand that Hobbes is actually a disguised rampaging tiger are unfortunate in there mediocrity and their tame acceptance of all unusual being impossible. The acceptably abrupt conclusion is of course that grown ups don't understand anything and it is an eternal drag for the children to have to explain everything to them. (the little prince...Slightly modified)