What if we understood one person's rigor and commitment to address a specific question as the result of an irresistible build up from a kind of human web of internetted thoughts? An internet of thoughts that existed thousands of years before the computer age. And I don't mean prophets, artists, scientists or philosophers building on the work of previous prophets, artists, scientists, and philosophers.
I mean the cumulative psychic affect of a bunch of normal people going about their lives thinking these amazing thoughts; thinking up these passing questions that just scream for an answer and the universe finally going I've had it!
And picking someone and going, you! fix this.
Copernicus was not the one. Whatever one which had been built on the residue of the exploding human thought web somehow landed on him.
So daydream; think; you don't even have to write it down. It will be remembered. And the energy will always find an outlet. Your effort is not required.
Just your presence.