He loved the world more than it could understand. He felt the potential in the soil when he kneaded it. He tasted the satisfaction after a day's hard work. He heard the unsung songs in the first notes of her voice and saw the beauty growing there. In the world he saw everything wonderful, possible, beautiful it could be and felt glad.

But he also saw how quickly and terribly we deterred ourselves from responding to the potential he felt. Our inability to grow and learn consistently and wholly deprived him of the sweet satisfaction he craved. He grew angry that the world chose the worst of itself instead of its very best.

He loved the world so much, he refused to watch it go to waste. He sealed himself instead his castle, or tomb, depending on what we wanted to believe.