What is a plan or vision without an orchestrated build into reality?
How does one build structure or even foundation without first having a vision or a plan?
It wasn’t until I spoke to the architect, Jimmy, where I had this epiphany. Silently, to myself, I fully understood what he meant when he referred to himself as the architect.
Humbly, without saying what he did, he explained he didn’t put things together, his role was to create what would become.
Fascinating.
I understood what he meant.
Things just can’t be functional. There has to be beauty in everything. Why?
Why not?
The blueprint before the actual foundation is dropped to existence in this world of what is soon to rise into reality. And, yet, there is the architectural design that provides us the illustration of the plan. Yes?
Unlike my husband, I do not strongly hold an engineer mind.
I love to create. I have many times sent ideas to others who I believe could further enhance or improve their products even if we would never even meet. It is my joy to see the world evolve before me to what I envision it can be.
Limitless alone, we may not feel to be, but we have yet to grasp this to be possible when our unique attributes come together, utilizing one another to help make something beyond what one can solely do.
Optimus Prime, alone, combined with other Autobots, become greater domination. Yes?
Not many can be an architect and an engineer at the same time and those who do must use up more time and energy trying to achieve a goal solely by themselves.
I know because I have witnessed my husband take on this role many times again in the over three decades he has awed me with one victory over another, none of which came easy but with great belief and confidence to overcome all odds and opposition.
Like a right hand being more dominant than a left or vice versa, there are those most dominant as the architects while there are those most comfortable and versed in the engineering world.
So long ago, I learned about myself that I am indeed, the word now, more of an architect in any role taken. However, when no other help is alotted to teachers or mothers, one learns to master both roles, the architect and the engineer needing to achieve momentary goals.
Trial by error is sometimes all you get to the eventual mastery or refined experience.
I recall one of my first occasions volunteering at my oldest child’s school. I had already a teaching degree but to no one’s knowledge.
At that time, I was a stay-at-home mom, having yet the experience as a full-time teacher, holding no juggling experience of the routine work to prepare for a classroom after classroom as I do today.
In sixth grade, I had been given a role in the main office to stamp signature lines on documents, become a library assistant during junior high, to where I followed that in high school with a wonderful opportunity to work at the main downtown library headquarters.
Surely, I could volunteer to help teachers.
I’ll never forget when a teacher gave me some papers to copy for my child’s class. She said something in the line as follows, “I need thirty of these copied, double-sided, stapled on the top left-hand corner before being paper-hole punched.”
Now of these days, all she had said is like typical lingo for me to do where perhaps I could easily duplicate such demands for another teacher if ever asked.
Back then? Quite the horrific opposite. I recall nodding with a smile like an obedient mother just wanting to do right within her volunteer task for the love and devotion to her dear child.
What I recall telling myself as I tried to meet the teacher’s ask of me as I was trying to desperately complete the task in the copy room? I’m going to be the reason why my child’s school life will be ruined.
I am no secretary. Not ever. It’s not a choosing of mine. And, yet, it would seem others thought capable of me.
On paper, I would look like I have had great amount of training under such secretarial position where order and multi-tasking would be a requirement.
In reality? I just stamped perfect lines in the main office in sixth grade, no one hardly ever even went into my junior high library, and in high school, as a pager (runner for several floors) for the downtown library?
I quickly put away books (the Dewey Decimal system- filing numerically to decimals to follow alphabetically, should not give anyone a feel of enormous ingenuous guile) so I could take a walk around downtown or talk to interesting people around me.
When I learned that Einstein had a great advantage of doing his own works as he would quickly finish paperwork as a patent officer, I actually remedied my soul to such comforting discoveries, understanding that one must do what they must to be able to do what it is they truly want to do.
Listening to Jimmy gave me that arrival to finally understand something about me in now, my golden years.
Not that I see myself as Jimmy but I understood his role completely.
There can be no magnificence in creation without first, the creative in mind.
A vision board, a blueprint, a draft- a thought as a foundation of a plan that is seen ahead to become.
One sees. One builds. One could and have simply done both. And, yet, there is indeed that saying, “Many hands make light, the work.”
There is Albert Einstein and then, there is Walther Mayer and Michele Besso, to name a few, the orchestral mathematicians in Einstein’s works.
Someone has to see and believe what can be then created to work.
Someone has to believe in the vision and make what is believed can happen to actually exist.
Anytime I watched movies where the impossible seemed to be presented, I didn’t think impossible.
I believe it was in college where a professor introduced me to the word, implausible- adj. not seeming reasonable or probable; failing to convince.
Weird as it may but science-fiction has always bored me. Why? Aside from the costumes being too superficial (for, you can stand out without having to try and look weird), what perhaps intrigued people as fiction, I could not understand to be as so.
How can one concocted in the mind be accepted as fiction?
Has it not just been created yet?
Does not one present an idea first prior to revert making something into reality?
Perhaps it was stories told to me or me hearing whispers of humans having wings that because those who spoke them did not seem to doubt their existence but very well understood such to be real, that got me started early to believe what may be implausible to some, others vouch to exist.
Perhaps it was when we ended up having a fish pond in front of our home with actual fish that had never been placed there personally by us but instead, by the runoffs of typhoon waters, that set my mind early to know that fish can indeed show up out of nowhere.
Perhaps seeing wonders of nature happen before your very eyes as men dig deep into earth to first see wetness in the ground that they had dug long hours to get to only to be awed by so much powerful streams of water gushing out through a man-made bamboo pipe running up and out of the home showed me outcomes of beliefs.
Perhaps, most recently visiting a pyramid and seeing how the acoustics were awe-inspiring due to the alignments of structures, made me realize that the mind is only one away from being proven and done perfectly right.
Perhaps having had to make toys, seeing my brothers make sling shots, carve tops, or make yo-yos were the starting point of me making into reality what is already believed.
Perhaps walking around with a spider in a matchbox to find another contender with their own spider, to both place on a stick, as the two would be carefully watched by onlookers to see shootings of web sprayed until one would suffocate to their defeat placed you into a real life slow-motion viewing of natural wonders.
One creates a way. Another shows it can become or be proven true to happen.
While Einstein would have been strictly upset with me to suggest that if he were here, he would humbly concur that while indeed nothing of his works would be spoken to exist today without his creative mind to conjure, the mathematicians around him, one being his first wife noted in his time, would be given credit to the completion of his scientific contributions.
Had the same happened to Nikola Tesla, I must wonder how advanced we would be with his own thoughts on energy and power.
There must be the architect. There must be then, the engineers.
If we should fundamentally replace the simplest levels of technological engineers to give way to the artificial intellects, we have created such inevitable markings already unstoppable.
Let us hope that the achitects can now busy themselves with more creations with the sleep they will have stored up for mindful and thus, physical and spiritual rest, to create at most remarkable levels along with the engineers who must help see that all are refined to a smoothest finish each time.
Until the sixth sense of a human can be duplicated, creativity belongs to the creative mind, not motherboard.
Until the engineers can be replaced by various minds put together to build something into existence, creations belong to those who communicate each step to the finish.
Until? The architect and the engineer must not forget one that separates them from the other- only one is artificial.
