I'm sitting in the Hood River salt cave. One year ago I finished this project. I had five months box breathing with a respirator as I glued 260,000 cornstarch packing beads on to the walls.
I'm a maker. I made a cave. And now I'm scratching a tale while thinking: for thousands of years humans have transferred a story to someone in the future that they would never know. It's somehow built into us. It's somehow a call to adventure that everyone seems to get, but not everyone seems to fulfill.
The unction they feel is more than a "suggestion" or a "nice idea." The Call to Adventure we Makers feel is a sense of THE Creator's invitation to become more THROUGH the making of the "thing."
Yeah, it's akrasia. Knowing the right thing to do and not doing it. It's frustrating for some people. For others it's a whole life of dodging cons...