Eureka

Eureka
by cricketjeff on September 20, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
It would be hard to explain to anyone who has not ever had a child, the thrill
that you feel when a new idea is born. For a moment, for minutes, for hours or
even for days, you are the only person who ever lived who knows the answer. For
anyone else in the world there is still a problem, but for you there may now be
thousands. Turning an idea into reality will not be easy, Edison was wrong, the
genius is in the moment of the idea, but now the perspiration starts. Thousands
of problems, but problems of execution only, you now know how the whole can be
accomplished.

Then panic strikes, you must explain your idea. Show others where and why it is
right, is it right? You test it again in your mind, weigh it, write it down so
you cannot forget, then write it down again in another place. This is too
precious to trust to one sheet of paper. You have to tell. Who to tell. How to
tell? You tell, you find a friend and ask them to sit and listen, to understand
and to trust you to the end, not to prejudge, not to poo-poo, not to laugh!
They listen, you see a smile, a dawning, a realisation, an epiphany and they
are there with you. Something has died. No longer is it yours alone but
something more is born, the snowball has started to roll. You gather yourself,
gather your resources, start to work. Soon you must tell those who matter,
those who decide, those who can still kill the baby.

The moment of truth, you ask. He (it always was a he in my life) listens and
smiles. He picks up a phone and says to you “Can you talk at next week’s Friday
meeting?”

That was your yes, your affirmation. Now the work starts and others will share
your dream, others will thrill at successes and others will feel the pain of
failures. Never again will the idea be yours alone. But you alone were once the
only man alive …

Author notes
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