The Scientist and The Technician
“There are no unbeatable odds. There are no believable Gods. There are no unnameable names.” -Ozzy Ozbourne
It would be nice to write a book, well more like: Create a universe. The most unique universe indeed.
A whole pantheon of Gods and Goddesses, heroes and villains, outrageous acts of love and courage against despicable passion plays for power. That's what I would love to create. To take the reader, viewer, or listener on a journey full of emotion and to leave them, if not somewhat changed, at the very least, entertained.
I must admit, I have accomplished a great deal that I am proud of, things that would be deemed either impossible or mad, depending on the person I told them to at the time. Luckily for me, I did not.
For some reason writing fiction—good fiction—eludes me.
Fiction writers, video-game designers, movie makers, comic book artists—those are the people that I have tremendous respect for, even if I despise their work. Say what you will about Stephenie Meyer, she did exactly what she set out for; she created something. Everything else after that is a mere judgment. I have never written a book, let alone three books and the same goes for most.
There are two worlds: this one, Reality and, the other one of phantasie—both of them just as valid as the other. Although Reality is much more dependent upon the realm of phantasie than is phantasie : Reality. Yet, many will tell you something different, that this is the world that matters. It is a bias of, what I have deemed, “technicians” to speak of things this way. Technicians are partial to reality. Technicians will tell you a list of publications they have been featured in, how much money something will cost, what violates laws, principles, morality, what you can and cannot do, and even worse—what you should be doing! Despite my utter contempt for them, I am sure they have a place in this world, although if pressed to pin one down as to precisely where—I would be at a loss. I can surmise a technician as thus: as a teacher from a Dickens' novel, who teaches something vague and harsh, called “discipline”. Ironically, a technician wouldn't have enough life's experience to be a villain in a novel, for they are far too flat—too—cardboard. So even in fiction, any aspect of a technician rendered in excess of their role would be moot.
A scientist, on the other hand, is able to peek behind the tapestry of the Reality and see something no one had ever seen before. And here is where the talent comes in: a scientist can render that vision into Reality with perfect clarity. Tesla was such a man. Edison, on the other hand, was a technician—a brute with a sharp mind for reality, as most technicians are. Edison killed an Elephant for a PR stunt. Edison claimed it was to “warn the public” about the dangers of Tesla's Alternating Current (AC). And guess who had the only alternative (direct current or DC) for electric power? That's right, Thomas Alva Edison.
[Edison electrocutes an Elephant]
Technicians will crucify a scientist for his insight, as Edison attempted to do to Tesla. “Play by the rules!” technicians shout, condemning you at the moment, and forgetting “the rules” when it comes to their own actions; never admitting “the rules” are just an arbitrary creation by those in power to maintain power.
"The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery. There comes a leap in consciousness, call it Intuition or what you will, the solution comes to you and you don't know how or why." - Albert Einstein
Intuition, is the most important aspect of any working process—that is not technical in nature. And intuition is precisely what a technician does not have. Through my own interaction with technicians, I solemnly believe they lack the ability to make an “intuitive leap”, where once I had thought technicians simply disliked doing such.
The easiest way to spot a technician is by his actions. He will attempt to quantify, measure, think, speak, teach, and write in terms of concrete-finite-personal causality, in other words doing what he was told. Obeying arbitrary laws like grammar and spelling. In the first part, I wrote:
A most unique universe indeed.
A technician would not only point out the fragment, but say, “You cannot have a 'most unique' thing.” And then give the reason: a mere rote exercise repeated from memory; transferred to him by his own, saddened-mediocre high school English teacher.
Oblivious to the most unique moment ever occurring.
Technicians are enforcers of Reality. Scientists pull from phantasie.
Even certain artists have disciplined themselves well enough to be able to pull this off. Dali is one. He believed in painting imagery of a dream precisely how he saw it when he was asleep. One night Dali had a dream of a basket of bread, and when he awoke he maintained perfect concentration, and reproduced it exactly.
However, a master of fiction works quite the opposite way. His characters and events may be drawn from Reality, however he inserts them into a realm of complete imagination, and from there his work has little in common with the Reality you and I occupy.
Just like the scientist, although working backwards, so to speak, he takes things from this world, and places them behind the tapestry of Reality, and there he shapes, invents, and magnifies their actions and conflicts.
I would go as so far as to compare a person who creates fiction, to an Olympic sprinter: Running with form, clarity, grace, and purpose. But, to complicate matter much more: A master of fiction is able to do all that—whilst running backwards!