piece of the wooden puzzle

i must write more often.

Designing is so much of a spontaneous, fun exercise that cannot for any to people mean the same thing. I was never a designer. I would never have been able to bear that responsibility of complete dependability on my creation.
This profession that I've chosen expects me to do the very same. The responsibility of designing something that is creatively satisfying, juicing out all my sense of aesthetics and practicality, something that is subjectively perfect, satisfying the needs of another human's existence and humanity on a larger scale, something that does not disturb the natural balance that exists in our environment and something that i can justify, love, respect and cherish like my child, my creation.
It will love me back as a parent, in the pleasure that i will feel each time i see it make a difference to each of the above mentioned aspects i so carefully would have taken into account as i designed it.
I have taken up this responsibility and i'm very well aware of the direction i must head in, without losing sight of the greater goal. I do not know what will work for me. I must be arrogant, selfish and possessive about my work, i must make it that much a part of me to feel that way. Some exercises i realize might retard my approach towards where i want to head, but mastering them will only make me better.
Making optimum use of naturally available resources will be one of my concerns, as will be the functionality and utility of the structure to fellow human beings.

*following paragraph was deleted for being highly cheesy and whimsical*

terror stricken lives

blogging not about myself can get a little unnerving at times, hence the hiatus.

They're on a rampage. killing people, bombing key areas, creating havoc and here we are all over again helpless, defenseless, just waiting for it all to get over.
I can't believe that while people are getting killed all we can hope for is for life to get back on track and for daily schedules to resume. We really are pretty darn insensitive, this day that we've been warned not to venture out is being treated like a holiday, a break.
I once told her, the one i love most dearly, we don't realize the magnitude of taking risks because we get away with them most of the time.
Life cannot be so ugly, will this too be forgotten just like the other incidents, we don't seem to be able to do anything about it anyway. Euphemistically, just wipe out this race. They won't let anybody survive, not even themselves.
What is achieved out of terrorizing innocent people is still a mystery. Where is the conscience? Is such sadism the only pleasure these sick minds feel?
I believe in God, where are you God? you cannot let so many of us kill each other.
May the force save us.