At 7:00 am this morning, the clinic’s billing department will begin work in a new office. I’m excited and proud–from lease revisions to issuing key cards, the new office space has been (more or less) my project. I’m excited about the end product–and I’m thrilled to be on-schedule and under my projected budget.
I should have been a builder. I love tangible things–parts, materials, tools, process, product.
I suppose, in a way, that makes me a materialist. If so, that’s a badge I’ll wear with pride. But I don’t think it’s so much the things themselves that I love. It’s not the car itself that inspires a sense of admiration. It’s not a sense of ownership of homeliness underlying my love of buildings. Rather, I love these as physical manifestations of the human mind, of an indomitable spirit, of enterprise (not mere entrepreneurship), of the audacity to take grasp of the material world and reshape and repurpose it according to one’s own vision. The act of creating something out of nothing–of fashioning precision and function from the coarsest raw materials–with only human ingenuity as catalyst and cement.
rereading rand? thoughts of roark?