I started today to sketch the drawing of a wondrous thing. The idea came in a flash and I cannot contain myself with these wild thoughts. I wonder if I can achieve the miracle. Can I craft a shell? Imbue the magic? Or even pull forth the power that will be needed? Oh but then there is the cost and what will the others think? Do I dare tell them? Perhaps I will have to create workers in addition to the great one, but what? The book points to a way but do I dare stray down that path? Ah but the final goal will be victorious.

I sit in my bed wondering what our future will be. With ever encounter there is the danger that one of us will fall fatally. We seem to be taking more and more risks. It make me feel so alive, all the risks and dangers, but the others, do they feel the same? I think not for I fear they are only motivated by monetary goals. But maybe that is enough to outwit those risks and dangers, keeping us all alive.