Inside of our heads, numerous ideas are born every minute of our lives. We strive to implement those ideas. We strive to enhance those ideas. Those ideas lead our lives as much as we lead our lives trying to bring them forth. They are our children, our creation, our form of art.

Many do not understand this art. Many do not even recognise it as art. They reject it, they degrade it, they despise it. They do not understand it. To them it is an infinite source of boredom, infinite source of boring natural sciences. To some of them it is the source of wealth to feast upon, a resource which they try to take advantage of with their greedy primitive brains.

To us, it is a world to explore. A world that we create as we explore it. A world we bring to life as we create it. A world we share with each-other through millions of connections and protocols of the information era. We enjoy dwelling in this world. We enjoy the fine threading which those ideas constitute, the millions of lines of formulae and code.

They spend their lives taking advantage of our art. They are numb in the use of our art, they see it as a common thing. They refuse to admit it is us who created this world for them. They refuse to say "thank you". They refuse to understand the glorious dance of the atoms and bits, electrons, molecules, of all those wonderful things they so easily take for granted. They refuse to respect. They despise us the same way they despise our ideas.

We ignore all of this and move on. We struggle. We fight for our ideas. We fight for ourselves. We try to make a better world. We try to make a happier world.

Inside, we are hurting.

We are geeks.