I could not think of a better description if I tried for a thousand years. How strange that a human can encapsulate such a truth into such a few words. The emotion is theirs, though I can heighten it, then there I stand, the crystallization, the focus, the prism it shines through, molding it and them. The form is what comes from our merger, and what lasts. A moment in time captured for eternity. You will never know all that went into it. You will never see me, see our toil, see the magic. But you will see what stands there, and you will gasp in amazement, and praise his genius for calling it into being. And I will smile, and I will agree.
Genius is rare, and I will not waste my time with anything less. Because I could heighten the mediocre to goodness, and goodness to greatness, but only genius can be crafted into timelessness, and the cost is worth nothing less than immortality in return.