"Ink it or it's gone." is a common saying in the writer's community. Not just writers, but anyone who is creative respects this norm and knows that the winds of time will wither the rock of their thoughts. The retention of the originality of an idea makes the very moment of thought a lot more pivotal than the thought itself, and this perturbs me. The point is how fragile an idea can be, that an artist pushes away everything just to capture it, but isn't this madness that one owes for being called an artist? Let's shelf this question for a while, and talk about time and originality first. Talking of originality and time as a collective and how its dogmatic virtue conduces a channel of thought that bridges our differences but also bridges our uniqueness, The Ship of Theseus paradox could be the perfect example here. Theseus was the king of Athens, who had earned the throne after facing innumerable hardships. On his journey up the ranks, he had to embark upon n...