There's so little great work done that the path is bound to be idiosyncratic. I suspect that a lot of a great work sneaks up on people. Sort of like great love.

There's so little great work done that the path is bound to be idiosyncratic. I suspect that a lot of a great work sneaks up on people. Sort of like great love. It's that jolt of inspiration where you see something new. Like really new. If you're lucky, the vision is very very clear. If you're unlucky, you might have to spend an enormous amount of time clarifying it such that it can be communicated to others. This implies there's a lot of great work that dies along with the person who did it. I find that very easy to believe.