The ego swells and spits like the hot molten lava of the sun. There are demands and no trust in another's handy work. The hot lava must swallow the project whole. The entirety of the essence of the idea must be owned completely with no room for compromise from other view points. The Designer's vision is intergalactic in nature and thus part of everything...there is no suggestion that is not already owned by the designer's vision as the atoms of space are all the same. The designer is a God.
There is no room for friends just a network of benefit from being in the shadow of the Designer. Like the planets sole sucking from the sun's glorious rays over their valleys and mountains; all the beauty they have given to them from being in the network of proximity of the sun's gravitational pull. Thus the lack of choice. As the designer is God and thus beauty is only allowed through its alignment with the Designers end mission or gravitational pull.
Your ideas are not your own but given through the gravitational suggestion from the ultimate designer. It is a cause and effect and the the designer dictates your participation. Throw away your knowledge as an artist and play the political game of admiration towards the dictator of beauty.
-The Designer
