My philosophy, though, is that there is inherent benefit to having a generative mind. I like who I am, and even if I never get credit for this, or some other things which have literally made people fortunes, I’m perfectly OK with it. I’m happy, actually. I like to see things work. This is what drives me. I like to see things done better. I like to see people and organizations get smarter. I like more order in the world, not less.
This is why the best thing you can do, the greatest compliment you can give me, is to take one of my ideas, run with it, and do some good with it.
We are all here such a short time. It is crazy to hold onto anything like a drowning man in a storm. Let it go. Let it all go. Then what you find is THERE IS MORE. There is always more, if your neck doesn’t get cramped looking backwards, and you don’t close your eyes in terror while trying to look forward.
If there is one secret to my creativity, that is it. It has always felt like a form of murder to me to try and commercialize myself, although I have made some very half-assed efforts. To be sure, I want to write a book someday that will sell widely. I am waiting for my work to be more complete. The best work comes from a truly organized spirit. But I will be happier if I can do it anonymously, or put my ideas in someone else’s mouth. It is the IDEAS which matter. The money: I make enough to get by, mostly, so fuck it.
And fame: dear God no.