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There was a man who had a passion to create worlds for himself and the people around him.

Soon he grew older and his creations evolved into a higher complexity.

One day, he faced period of denial, where men rejected his one creation, and he was down.

Grief and frustration consumed him, and he attempted to give up.

Working as a lone cashier, living from small wages with a small family, a new life began anew.

Was this new life of his' that worthy to replace the life he had, when he created worlds?

Nay, not once. Then, under the gloomy night filled with ever-glowing shine, a spark lit up inside of him.

He embraced the frustrations of his past, and was driven to create a new world, forged out of the sheer shade of men.

The World was made accessible to the realm of Man, and it was good.

The World had touched the hearts of Man, and it was good.

The World had changed the life of that man, and it was good.

Sometimes Man still made a mockery out of the world he had created, yet the passion of that man in which he created this New World dwarfed it.

Sometimes the World became so entangled to the hearts of Man, that they found such beauty within its whole being.

Then countless sparks emerged, inspiring youths to create worlds of their own.

Why is it that the mere existence of child-possessed robots enough to bring them to a stand?

Why is it that something digital was able to exist as if it was part of their lives?

Was it the World as a whole? Nay.

It was the man.

Description
There was a man who had a passion to create worlds for himself and the people around him.

Soon he grew older and his creations evolved into a higher complexity.

One day, he faced period of denial, where men rejected his one creation, and he was down.

Grief and frustration consumed him, and he attempted to give up.

Working as a lone cashier, living from small wages with a small family, a new life began anew.

Was this new life of his' that worthy to replace the life he had, when he created worlds?

Nay, not once. Then, under the gloomy night filled with ever-glowing shine, a spark lit up inside of him.

He embraced the frustrations of his past, and was driven to create a new world, forged out of the sheer shade of men.

The World was made accessible to the realm of Man, and it was good.

The World had touched the hearts of Man, and it was good.

The World had changed the life of that man, and it was good.

Sometimes Man still made a mockery out of the world he had created, yet the passion of that man in which he created this New World dwarfed it.

Sometimes the World became so entangled to the hearts of Man, that they found such beauty within its whole being.

Then countless sparks emerged, inspiring youths to create worlds of their own.

Why is it that the mere existence of child-possessed robots enough to bring them to a stand?

Why is it that something digital was able to exist as if it was part of their lives?

Was it the World as a whole? Nay.

It was the man.