There are no original ideas anymore…
Writers write about writing. Readers read what they know they’ll enjoy most. Screenwriters write what will make the most. Producers remake the hell out of classics, usually failing to capture the essence of the original. Has the human imagination… run out?
The human brain is amazing, it’s a work of art and still not completely charted. We make connections between things that have absolutely nothing in common. A lot of times, these connections can’t even been seen by all. Take Stephan King, he even says he loves taking two unlikely things and drawing them together in his novels and short stories. Every time we make a connection between things, ideas, or people, we gain a larger understanding of the world we live in. But it also makes it smaller.
Can we make the argument that the more we know the less we can learn? I don’t think so. Even if, in the absurdity that it could happen, all was discovered and anyone could know with certainty everything, there would still be more. Our minds would search for something new, something to learn and share. Humans seek to move forward, and only with incident do we rarely move backwards and individuals.
The idea that there are no original ideas anymore is ludicrous. We just haven’t thought of them yet.