I want to own the world. I do, you do too. We all want to. Okay, maybe you want to do so in your own little way. Maybe it is not the world, but your town, your friends, your family. To be well-respected, to have the most things, the best talent, that continuation of self which means you can go on forever. Sitting there in your office slowly concocting ways to be immortal. This is how I personally have gone a few months without actually posting a journal, or at the very least a proper, decent one worth even making note of. Everyone wants to own the world. Everyone wants to live forever. You are all probably trying to do it right this instant and you do not even know it.
Being a creative individual means that automatically a person has made something. It is not the direct act of destruction and decay, it is something made from small parts into something more (even if it is an art installation of broken glass. Post-modern artwork should not be counted as a benchmark in this argument). By creating something, your presence has been placed into an object, a thing, something potentially tangible, that can be handed off to other individuals. This could be a song, this could be a sculpture, it could be the equivalent of f*** word before someone changed it from striking trees to a derogatory misinterpretation that we use to express offense today. The creation of something has the true potential for immortality because it meets the specification that it can outlast the lifespan of its creator. Individuals that are famous may achieve the concept of status and wealth, but most of us as artists know of artists (Van Gogh) who never made a penny in their lives doing what they did and yet anything they have ever done now is considered a pinnacle of their success and an homage to their memory. Of course, are any of us really trying for that?
This starts to go into the dangerous territory of human psychology and human nature. Humans did not put their hand prints on cave walls only because they thought they looked pretty. People later would reach out to touch them, to make a connection to someone they cannot name who was present and in a sense long gone but forever there in a hand print. Art memorializes ideas; preserves and commemorates. Preservation is the key word, though not always the intent to be known, to always to be seen, heard, remembered since a lot of times the object in question depicts something that goes on forever. A person may not know the author of a particular book, but they will remember the story; basically, the created product is the extension of the person or people who made it, but not the actual person themselves ('Body Art' should definitely be excluded from this mention). This strange or wonderful thing that one makes is the key to the kingdom. Unless destroyed or forgotten, it succeeds a life more than a person's own influence will. Do you know any Disney movies? Probably most of you do. Can you name the voice actress of one of the princesses? Sure, it's in the credits but guaranteed most of you don't. Do you know any famous performers from 1890 without having to use Google? Most likely not. Most of us will honestly admit that any military statue or worst yet a gravestone becomes the fun game of seeing how long ago who-cares-what-their-name-is died and for how long they lived. See, these things are forgotten. But we all have seen Disney movies and some of us know a good chanty or two to sing.
Something that a person makes is something that deserved the attention to be shared, even with a single sheet of paper shoved into a drawer to be forgotten and picked up when the house is ready to be torn down years later. It not existing is done in some act of destruction upon the piece or by it being honestly lost. This happens all the time. Remnants of cultures are all the bits that aren't lost forever or destroyed. No one is probably trying to conquer something with their ideas or their art, but what is left behind can be a stamp for others to see. This may never be any intent of really anyone. But think about this, if you ever have kids, and they have kids, and they have kids and so on, you just created something that outlasts you and like before, you are forgotten but this created legacy goes on. Kind of like garbage if you want the negative route. Kind of like bad ideas that define Genghis Khan. Legacy, and in turn immortality is not a person themselves, it is what they do.
I want to own the world. Actually, I don't. I want to make something that can be handed down for generations, and will not be destroyed. It will not have my name, or no one will care who VLK is. My idea, my work goes on, and in a sense my mind and my thoughts with it. Bodies and genetics can be invested in kids, but no one will ask what 25th grandma was like, but they will wonder why someone made strange art, or strange writing or figured that "twerking" was a fantastic word that basically replaces "the". This is all a case where what we do as people creates some sort of legacy, and it can be partially controlled as to what people may or may not remember you by. Hopefully as humans, there will be future humans who also do not think our only contribution is destruction and waste. If you want to rule the world and destroy it in the process, there is no one to remember you anyway.