Antoine de Saint-Exupery. The citadel (№ 357269)

My father used to say:
- Man is the one who creates. Co-creation transforms people into brothers. Living will not bring rest to the stock.
My father replied:
- You're talking about creativity, what do you mean? Few are able to create something remarkable. You, therefore, appeal to the few. And the rest? What to do to them?
The father replied
- To create is to stumble in the dance. Failed to hit a chisel on stone. It is not in motion. Effort seem fruitless? A blind man, step back a few steps. Look from afar at the bustling city. What do you see, in addition to diligence, and the Golden halo of dust over busy work? How can you distinguish who is wrong? People are busy, and little by little there are palaces, cisterns and the hanging gardens. The magic of skillful hands created masterpieces, isn't it? But trust me, successes and failures still made them, because, think about it, is it possible to dismember a person? And if save only the great sculptors, you can go without the sculptors at all. Who will get the madness to choose a craft that promises so little chance of survival? The great sculptors are raised on the soil bad. They are for them instead of the stairs. Step by step is committed to the stairs up. A beautiful dance is born from the desire to dance. When you want, dance all, even those who dance badly. And that is if I lost the desire? Dead training, meaningless spectacle. Historian visible mistakes, he considers the past. But who would blame the cedar because he is the seed, the sprout or growing wrong? His business to grow. Mistake after mistake, and stand, pine forest, fragrant on a windy day birds.