Why are we so attached to our ideas? Anytime someone infringes on a product of our thoughts, we take deep offense. But these thoughts are meant to be shared, dissected, regurgitated, remolded... and this can only happen with others to guide us. Yet, we demand credit for ideas we believe our minds developed without any exposure to external stimuli. And then, we guard our opinions with creative licenses, shooing away any tongues that dare to mimic us and pass our thinking as their own. But do our names bear more weight than our ideas? Can people warm up to us as easily as they would a string of words capturing the essence and complexity of feelings? Who are we revering- the writer or the words?
