The light bulb moment

Subject: The light bulb moment.

When you buy a book and open it for the first time you often know immediately if the story the book tells is for you. The style of writing, the convincibility of the characters and the plot, the magic of the story, all this plops out on your lap after the first page or so.  You put the book down carefully weighing what you have read, waiting for the moment when you reengage with the story and the lives of the characters who have become so real in your imagination. 
This quality of the mind to be stimulated and weave it's own magic from such small beginnings is like the stimulus you get from reading a clever synopsis of,  for instance Einstein's General Relativity. The dawning of being able to imagine the concept of curved space relative to gravity and the way this curving of space and time create the tools,to,predict what is happening light years away. This substance we call gravity is the very substance we call space, the two are the same and the construct which physics gives to our understanding of everything is, at a macro level brought back to our understanding of gravity. Or the even more confusing picture drawn by quantum physics were reality is postponed until a collision occurs with another reality. Between the realities there is no way of knowing what is a 'particular' reality since it has no observable position and can, it is assumed be in two places at the same time. The concepts of this mysterious world have paved the way for understanding so many practical puzzles but as the hypothesis is proven, the ground on which the proof lies is as yet not properly understood.
Of course you could say does it matter, will it help me to chose the winner of the Grand National, or find favour with the boss. The things we trouble ourselves with often describe the person. I don't mean this pejoratively,  each to his or her own but describe them it does. 
Is there a magic formula in finding an independent pleasure, other than trying to understand what thrills others, (including picking the right horse). In essence we are lonely beings unless we find a soul mate, someone to share our thoughts and aspirations with but finding another human who resonates when you resonate is difficult. Reading allows you this pleasure, to join and rejoin a club of like minded people,  to pick up the tale the writer is carrying around in their head and become invigorated through a sort of symbiosis created by the act of reading.
Amongst all the mundane absurdity of our lives it's more than useful to switch on that light bulb in the head, we all have one, it's what makes us the individuals we are meant to be.