Shhhhhhh… Don’t give a shotgun to chimps. 
Who you calling a chimp? 
What? Huh? Who? I have no idea what you are talking about…
Haha chimps never get out of the imitation phase.
Like any new paradigm you could be introduced to, such as speech, or love, or god, or sex, you must “fake it till ya make it”. So behind every great orator is a gurgling infant whose vocabulary was “goo goo” and “ga ga” and “da da”. Behind every great lover is rejection and a heartbreak. Behind every saint is a child who puts their hands together and mumbles some words because mommy told them to. Behind every stud is a virgin bathing in a puddle of wet dreams.