The other day, whilst doing some routine patent searching, some music was playing in the background, which I soon realized was a piece by Frank Zappa's Mothers of Invention called Excentrifugal Forz, which, to my mind, is about the inner world of creativity that joyfully stirs the spirit of any innovator: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IglQbP-M7_wmusic.
My idle thoughts turned, by association, to the very much overused proverb "Necessity is the Mother of Invention", and I quickly realized that I didn't have a mind to blog along the usual patent attorney path invoking the platitude that inventions are made in order to solve a problem (problem-solution approach, typical EPO Psuedo Gallic logic). My reluctance in doing so is bound up with my admiration for Frank Zappa, a brilliant musician, sound technologist and engineer. ...and in case you think he "only" composed and played music, check this out! He actually invented a method of playing music on a bicycle, and demonstrated this in one of his earliest public appearances in 1963 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izDvYokFU7U. Though the device is not patentable, I believe that the method was, and any competent patent attorney could have obtained a patent for him. Well, he didn't apply for a patent and his subsequent career was none the worse for that. The point that I'm making here is that a huge unexamined area of motivation for innovation is bound up with our species innate curiosity, creativity and sense of fun. Alfred North Whitehead, the father of process philosophy said "the basis of invention is science, and science is almost wholly the outgrowth of pleasurable intellectual curiosity."
In other words, Orville and Wilbur Wright's first motivation for inventing the flying machine was their drive to experience the joy of flying and understand its principles, not because it was perceived by them that there was a problem (rapid travel) and the solution was powered aviation. They could never have conceived of such a thing that day in 1878, when Orville was nine and Wilbur twelve, and the model toy that their father had bought them lay broken on the ground and they decided to build their own... the rest, as they say, was history.