Look, I made a well, said a man to his friend building a home. I dug for years in hopes of reaching water. Now we have water.
The son, grew up, and said, Let me dig another well, since that’s what my father did. And so he did.
The grandson, then grown up, saw the well, the second well, the crops growing independently of the other and said, Let me become a smith, for then I can make a name for myself.
Meanwhile the man who had built a home had become a kingdom for in every brick he laid, his posterity placed another upon it.