WELCOME

I have picked up, moved, shaped, and lightened myself of many tons of clay, and those tons lifted, moved, and shaped me, delivering me to this living-space I wake and move about in, space perhaps equal to that I have opened and enclosed in plate, cup, bowl, jug, jar.
I am thankful no one ever led me to the pit I'd help to make in Earth, or showed me all the clay at once.
I'm grateful no one ever said, There. That heap's about a hundred fifty tons. Go make yourself a life.
And oh, yes, here's a drum of ink. See what you can do with that. I wouldn't have known where to begin.

From, "Calling the Planet Home" by Jack Troy.