Man's Edifice

"May it not be that he loves chaos and destruction (there can be no disputing that he does sometimes love it) because he is instinctively afraid of attaining his object and completing the edifice from a distance, and is by no means in love with it at close quarters; perhaps he only loves building it and does not want to live in it..."

-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From The Underground

He carves a life, of knife and 'fold
Of sweat and sweet respite
Through scaffold grate, do winds of fate,
His fears they do incite
And rue the day he must conclude
And set it all alight