I want to know what it feels like to be a Maker.
To be able to see and hold the Earth’s raw materials in hand,
And be able to create anything imaginable from them.
I can only imagine what it must be like,
To not only have the knowledge of every tool for the job,
But to also be the perfect tool yourself.
To be able to make come to pass whatever comes to your mind.
Molding earth and stone to your will,
And changing the unbridled wind and raging river to do yiud biding.
That power would be the greatest ecstasy,
And the most amazing purpose,
That I could ever dream of.