Leaning into the Potter’s Hand
I made a Lego creature the other day. I used to play with Legos as a child and never really grew out of it. Now I buy the sets for my son, and end up playing with them more than he does. I don’t think that’s all that uncommon, right?
After I made it, I looked it over for a few minutes, enjoying what I had made. Then I destroyed it.
No one complained. The creature didn’t cry out as I dismantled it, “Who are you to destroy me!” I simply wanted to put the pieces back in the box to make something else. I own the legos, I made the creature, I get to decide what to do with it.