"i'm a founder" has started to disgust me in the startup community.
recently, it has become more and more difficult to utter those 3 words as it became apparent that it's the new "thing". everyone's a f***ing founder. a costume, like we're all at a big fat masquerade ball.
but what does it mean to be a founder? to build ai slop? to manufacture brainrot apps? to create copycats?
or is it to reshape entire categories. refactor industries. and turn incumbents on their heads? the innovator's dilemma proposes that true innovation isn't sustaining what already exists, but the disruptive act of making an old idea (company/niche) irrelevant.
innovation requires originality. passion. soul. rage.
you can tell in 0.1 seconds if the creator has poured their soul into a product, user interface, business etc. and it's those creations that merit the title of "founder".
further, in most cases "founder" isn't even politically correct as people have different drives, lenses and approaches to the act of creation (or copying, for some).
it is more befitting to carve your own space in the ecosystem as an artisan, inventor, merchant, innovator, visionary, inflictor, conqueror, spartan, et cetera., the list goes on. create your own archetype.
the goal should be to create meaning, in a world being sucked dry of soul, of creativity, of originality. play more between the edges of things that shouldn't go together. engineer serendipity into your life. then carve out time to inflict your imagination onto this world.
hi, i'm prince, and im a founder, i guess.
godspeed.
there's something deeply potent about our modern renaissance that jolted my thinking while reading machiavelli:
our ancestors are thoroughly jealous because we live in a first world country during an AI renaissance, where one could literally materialize a thought in 5 mins and charge someone $$$$$$$$$.
even 100 years ago, if you lost everything, itโd take at least a few years, perhaps a decade to get back on the horse.
yet we live in a time where you can deploy platoons and re-erect an entire dynasty overnight. and still, it seems non-obvious -- which is bizarre, at least for the ones that are AI-fluent and somewhat near the bleeding edge of this renaissance, which apparently is a small slice of the population.
but if we desire to venture into these matters more thoroughly, we should consider the ones erecting empires "overnight", and if they are to use prayers or can they use force?
in the first instance its quite clear that they always succeed poorly, but when they that rely on themselves and use force, then they are seldom in danger.
ergo "it is that all armed prophets have conquered, and the unarmed ones have been destroyed"; machiavelli writes.
godspeed.
this is a cope. you can have a ton of these things much earlier if you stop believing limiting beliefs like this.
if you are intentional, genuine, driven, passionate, focused and obsessed with this 1 life you have in your hands, you will:
a/ understand that 1 life is more than enough to accomplish everything you ever wanted to.
b/ realize that if you live at the brink of all your capabilities, 1 day becomes an eternity (therefore you can erect kingdoms overnight)
c/ speedrun life
godspeed.
what we are all looking for is positive realism, yet skepticism, or shall i say: defeatist pessimism; is her evil twin that steals her identity and seduces us into laying with her for the night, only to wake up at dawn and discover she is no longer there.
having been nothing but a mirage.
i'm aware it may sound sort of frivolous to the one still besotted by the allure of madam pessimism, striving in pursuit for a glorious life by her side.
but in any case, it is rather difficult to realize the person you've pursued and ironically, also struggled to attain, is actually just a wh*re.
yes.
pessimism is a harlot, enamoured in everything that isn't worthwhile nor fulfilling, secretly hoarding her time, while spending yours under false pretenses.
if this is nonsense, then i am a fool. perhaps. but if it isn't?
then i implore you to not go gentle into that good night. rise with the most voracious fire of radical delusion, so that you consume everything in your path that isn't true. resignation is not an option (unless it is absolutely necessary). embark, radically, on a whimsical quest, suck out all the marrow of life, stand firmly, so spartan-like, in a bid to drive life into a corner.
until the only remaining sound is the echo of your hooves clapping and thundering on the night sky.
godspeed.
I might be going crazy but I genuinely think sonnet 4.6 has got dumber and dumber.
I wonder why. What is opus 4.6 gone? And why is 4.7 double the usage?
Why are there so many options for โstrengthโ medium-high-xhigh-max? Terrible ux.
@madeinphantom This makes perfect sense since everyone is always trying to go for the people that are obvious, instead of finding the evangelist who will sing your praises