Yes, anyone of us is capable at any given time at putting the 'id' in 'idiot'.
found this poem i like:
The feeling of being capable,
of being completely right for the place, but not quite the thing that’s expected.
The feeling of being a digression, not the link in the old argument,
a new direction, an offshoot, the limb going on elsewhere,
and liking that error.
A feeling of being capable because of an error,
of his being wrong, perhaps altogether wrong, a piece from another set
stripped of position, stripped of true function, but shining.
Loving that error, loving that filial form, that break from perfection,
where the complex mechanism fails.
Where the stranger appears in the clearing,
out of nowhere and uncalled for, out of nowhere to share the day.
The feeling of being capable,
of being completely right for the place, but not quite the thing that’s expected.
The feeling of being a digression, not the link in the old argument,
a new direction, an offshoot, the limb going on elsewhere,
and liking that error.
A feeling of being capable because of an error,
of his being wrong, perhaps altogether wrong, a piece from another set
stripped of position, stripped of true function, but shining.
Loving that error, loving that filial form, that break from perfection,
where the complex mechanism fails.
Where the stranger appears in the clearing,
out of nowhere and uncalled for, out of nowhere to share the day.