Bob_for_short said:
At any time there are many people who writes something new, check it and discard because not all human ideas are good.
Philosophers excluded, of course. Old joke, slightly modified.
A university fell into money to endow one professorship, in any field. The selection committee narrowed the list of candidates down to three: A physicist, an engineer, and a philosopher. They were individually led into a small room equipped with a desk, a chair, a blank pad of paper, a pen, a trash can full of crumpled papers, a cup, and a bucket of water. Each candidate was told "This is a test. When you think you have passed the test, you may leave the room."
Having no idea of the nature of the test, the physicist started doodling some equations on the pad of paper when suddenly the trash can went ablaze. Realizing that extinguishing the blaze was the test, he quickly estimated he amount of energy being released by the blaze and calculated how much water would be needed to extinguish it: 2.5 cups. He noticed the water and glass, tossed the requisite 2.5 cups of water on the blaze, and noted with satisfaction that all that was left was one tiny smoking ember, easily snuffed with his fingers. He walked out of the room rubbing his hands in satisfaction. "Job done, and very neatly if I may say so myself."
Having no idea of the nature of the test, the engineer started doodling a design on the pad of paper when suddenly the trash can went ablaze. Realizing that extinguishing the blaze was the test, he quickly estimated he amount of energy being released by the blaze and calculated how much water would be needed to extinguish it: 2.5 cups. "Safety first. I need to toss in a safety factor." He tossed that half the bucket of water on the fire, extinguishing it. He walked out of the room rubbing his hands in satisfaction: "That fire is OUT."
Before the interrogator could leave the room, the philosopher pointed at the trash can and said "What's that?" "Oh, that's just a bunch of discarded ideas left by the previous interviewee." Taken aback, the philosopher forgot about the test. He started writing a thesis, "On the Equivalidity of Ideas: How Western Thought Stifles Creativity" when suddenly the trash can went ablaze. Remembering why he was here, he realized that saving those ideas was the test. He quickly plucked the burning sheets from the trash can and put them out with his bare hands. Only then did he see the bucket of water. After rinsing his dirty, burnt hands, he walked out of the room rubbing his hands in pain. "There's no such thing as a bad idea. I saved them."