Humans are born to make stuff. We almost can’t help it. Place us in an empty flat plain and we’ll start building things. Put us on a dried lake bed in the middle of the desert and we’ll build things, take them down and build different stuff next year. We make tools, which make other tools, which can make big stuff, like cities and skyscrapers, and shiny things like space stations and mobile phones. We turn wildernesses into gardens and into farms by inventing devices and breeding plants. And then we make a lot of stuff that seems to have no function other than we like to make it, or like to see it, and like to know about it. That is called Art.
I can’t stop making things. So I feel this post from KK.