more of the same
Oh, I don't know about that.There are many new things I can think of, and wish to create, but there are some non-trivial artificial barriers between me, and the tools I need, to complete the tasks. Things like licensing dongles and lawsuits, and access tokens, and passwords, and CD keys, and agreements to never reverse engineer, and bandwidth caps, and CPU core count or MAC address access limits. And lockstep dependency hell, and the decay of unavailable compatible versions reaching EOL. Even if I had unlimited time to do whatever I want, I don't have capacity for unlimited spending, to authorize access to all the tools and remote resources needed, to create all the prototypes I want. Then, what about getting you to even consider my voice as credible? What would I have to do, to prove myself, such that you'd consider adopting my invention. Lastly, what if I am not regarded as morally pure, or somehow unsavory in character? This is to say, maybe some find my political leanings dubious. To some people that might preclude them giving me the time of day, let alone considering the utility of my invention. Maybe the morality or default practical utility of my invention is suspect, and thus reflects upon my character. I'm smart enough to invent a new application for the remote control of a device, but I'm unable to collect the resources I need to do it. So, intellect isn't the limiting factor here. I'm prevented from accomplishing the goal, because no one will sponsor the effort. Some people don't like my appearance. Others don't like my personal style. Still others look at my code and scoff at the runtime, or the syntax formatting, or the compositional choices. Others think they can guess my age. Others carry an ethnic or sexist bias. The list goes on. But no one wants to see me as their boss, and raise an eyebrow at the idea of me even as a peer. I cannot dress as I want, keep my hair as I want, speak as I want. I have to jump through hoops of social decorum, such that select audiences will not cringe and flee. And this is just me. I'm sure there are other people like me or smarter no doubt, out there, stuck in a cage. Doomed to age out and whither away, never adding to the conversation, because of all the prerequisites to speaking at all. |