There was a place where you could walk into a flowing stream, and if you knew what to look for, you could reach right down and pick up a piece of gold. I can imagine that copper, tin and iron once laid around in lumps.
In ancient Babylon and Sumer (and elsewhere) crude oil and tar flowed like springs up out of the ground.
Diamonds, rubies, emeralds, opals, turquoise, were all just pretty rocks…
…once upon a time.
Those days are pretty much all gone now, unless you count finding buried or sunken treasure.
…or are they?
The World of Ideas
Often in conversation, new friends will get around to asking me what I do. Or, knowing what I do, they will ask me how I do it. I have learned to pause for a second –or two– and look as if through an invisible door. In my imagination a metaphorical doorway from ‘our’ world to the world of ideas opens before me. Stepping through the doorway in my mind, I describe to them what I see.
Imagine a world where ideas lay around on the surface of the ground like rocks in a stream. You don’t even have to dig for them; you just have to meander around and notice.
“And I am not the only human being in that world,” I tell them, “Other people are there too, picking up ideas.
“Sometimes, I see people fighting over ‘big ideas’. I try to avoid those places. When somebody comes over and gets interested in taking over what I’m doing, I just give it to them and move on. I don’t want to get involved in a fight over one idea when so many of them are out there.”
Why Aren’t You Rich?
This is a natural question, I suppose, but one I didn’t think about before someone asked it the first time. It comes up a lot, though, apparently…
(Nygma discovers his office is locked and his nameplate is missing)
Edward Nygma: What’s going on here? Where’s my office? My door was right here.
Janitor: “Was” is right.
(Holds Nygma’s nameplate up and dumps it in the bin)
Edward Nygma: What’s the meaning of this?
Daniel Mockridge: What does it look like, Eddie? You’re out of here. You’re history. You’re fired. Comprende?
Edward Nygma: Have you lost what passes for your mind!? You can’t afford to do without me, Mockridge!
Daniel Mockridge: I can if you’re going to sue me for royalties.
Edward Nygma: I created the “Riddle of the Minotaur” game! This company’s making millions for my genius!
Daniel Mockridge: Competitron Software’s success didn’t come from the product, Nygma. Competitron has a corporate attitude. It’s strength is in the boardroom. The deal. The contract. Specifically the “Work for Hire” contract you signed.
(Shows Nygma a contract he tricked him into signing long ago)
Edward Nygma: You are a fool, Mockridge, if you think you can get away with this. Your amoral greed is no match for an intellect like mine!
Daniel Mockridge: Oh, yeah? Then tell me something, Eddie: if you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich?
… so people ‘get’ the idea that cash follows creativity, but not necessarily in the same person. I feel like this– If I had to choose between pursuing ‘success’ or being able to go to that place, which would I choose? I guess the answer is obvious by now.
I’ve found myself feeling Edward Nygma’s pain a time or two, I won’t lie. But I learned there is more joy in going into that world than in fighting over who gets to bring an idea back from there.