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I don’t want to own it
I want to craft it
I want to make this world better

And more is not better
Nor cheaper is better
Better is better
And it will always be better in the hands or people who are motivated by the idea of mastering their craft

Something dies in you each time doing your best is not the name of the game.
Humans are mere robots when their heart is shut in a cell of flimsy prototypes and duct tape.

My aim is not to be the best at anyting
But to be proud of everything I can
To leave a sturdy, wonderful and mystical path in my wake.
A pillar on with the edifice of humanity can grow on for centuries.

Like all those before us that embraced the duty of shaping the world for the good of the human experience.
I’ll be no Einstein or Mandella, just a little hummind bird taking it’s drop of water to the wildfire.

Knowing full well that together we can carry more than we need to flood the place.
And so I’ll bring my drop ’cause every ocean is made of drops, and I won’t retreat without even trying