I am a producer.
Ayn Rand said of Objectivism:
"My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute."
I am such a man — a 21st century Howard Roark.
From the highest abstract pillar of productive philosophy, down to the most infinitesimally small subatomic particle that forms my body, I am a designer. I view the all of world — people, buildings, cars, computers, phones, food…everything — through the lens of "Why is it this way, and not that way? What inevitable function does this attribute necessarily derive its existence from?"
For most things — and people — such questions remain infuriatingly unanswered. It would be a tortured existence, were it not for the pivotal difference between a mere "visionary" and a producer:
I don't stop at asking questions; I don't just dream up the future. I build it — ruthlessly, relentlessly, obsessively, and meticulously. I'm not afraid to tear down walls, start fires, and build bridges. I am a charismatic renegade…a collectivist's contradiction of terms…an exhibition of flawless consistency between value and virtue.
I intend to be my finest achievement.