There is an antique store on my way to one of my jobs, where I sometimes kill a few minutes. I doubt I would ever buy something there, the Lord knows I don’t need more antiques! Yet, every time I am there, or at a museum, or wandering about in some old house; I am struck by the creative power of man.  Glassware, furniture, pottery, jewelry, paper, silver, glass, stone, wood, gold, iron.  Music, dance, song.

There is such beauty in what people can create. That common glass is, itself, a miracle is it not? Not an immediate, flash of light, miracle; but a miracle in that we can create whatever comes to mind.  The modern tragedy is that so few of us have an opportunity to create things.  For what makes man, man; but that creative spirit.