There once was a grand, but lonely window that needed a home. Even though, this lonely window was stunning and strong, like most things it could not stand alone. This made the window sad . . . all it wanted to do was simply brighten a room and have a place to call home.
Because the window was so grand it could not be in just any room. The room had to be an epic, strong room to support the weight of the window.
Now you see, the window was foolish and just couldn’t understand why he of all windows, couldn’t just be a window and let the sun shine through. After all he was big, strong, and a glorious window in size, all by himself.
But a wiser man, known as the Visionary, knew that nothing could stand alone. The Visionary knew, everything worth something needed support. This wise but simple lesson the Visionary not only lived, he taught his whole life through.
First of all: a window like this needed a large frame and strong walls for support. But, before frames and walls could be built, all dreams have to dreamed. Then of course, those dreams have to be formed into plans. Plans have to be drafted and drafted and drafted again. And this, much to the window’s disappointment, would take a very, very long time.
Now the story goes, before the visionary closed his eyes and bid farewell, he set right to work and he gave as only he could give ~ by: teaching, listening and dreaming the dreams of other dreamers. And most importantly, for the window, the son, and that moment in time, the Visionary did what he always did ~ he carefully and most lovingly, placed all those dreams onto paper. . . so the dreams of all the dreamers could become reality through the hands of his first born son, “the Craftsman“.
Even though the house was not finished, the window rejoiced ~ for he was finally out of that dark and dreary room. The window had a place to shine. A place to finally call home.