The beauty is in the art of doing. When the time is your own, its your own hands grating and chopping and smoothing, building, shading. There is no depth when everything is done for you. When you move into a house someone else built, wait for the pizza delivered that someone else made and watch the entertainment provided for you, there is nothing for you to do. When you build it with your own hands, etched with your own human imperfections, grow it under your watchful gaze, you have created beauty, motion and purpose.