Self-Identification By Process Of Elimination

I don’t know how to make things out of metal or stone or bring them forth from the ground, or how a building rises like magic from Nothing, or how raw metal, plastic and rubber arrive at a plant and come off a conveyor sleek, shiny and ready to drive, can’t follow out the lines of fate on circuit boards or create a machine that makes other machines, don’t know what tool and dye is or for that matter, escrow. What I know is how to walk around outdoors and appreciate the Magic of some of those things and the gifts Nature bestows. I’m an eye and sometimes an ear, and when clouds aren’t in the way, a beating heart — all Air and Fire, swimming through Water toward Earth, which I love.