I've spent a lot of my life among people brighter than myself.
Anything beats an expensive stack of paper.
I do not believe they've run out of surprises.
Once every hundred years, the Los Angeles smog rolls away for a single night, leaving the air as clean as interstellar space. That way the gods can see if Los Angeles is still there. If it is, they roll the smog back so they won't have to look at it.
In general, I don't know when inspiration will pop up.
Never tell a computer to forget it.