It should be like breathing to be original since we are unique and individual, right? But the more one explores life the more one comes to notice that originality is very rare, it is a true gift, which one also comes to notice the gift will be exploited and stolen, copied and sold, envied and torched, ruined and spoiled. Those who do not have ideas of their own, of course, have to take ideas from somewhere, appropriate, plagiarise, which as we well know is stealing, but when it comes to intellectual property and ideas that are difficult to patent as inventions and immaterial ideas, things get demanding. This is often the case within and around the arts, which most of based on stealing, copying, idealizing and imitating. What is new then, who owns what and how to give credit to those who deserve it rightfully. Questions of conscience and integrity (surely there are people who have those qualities?).

Isn’t it so that it feels like a victory when one succeeds with ideas of someone else, but in the end plagiarizer is just a plagiarizer. No glory there and I’m not just saying.