I am a Human Being.
With hands, feet, eyes, ears, one mouth, and however many pounds of skin.
I create. I grow. I CEASE TO STAGNATE.
My hands become stick and stone, 
and in my grasp the stones take shape
and begin to hammer, tear, stab, twist and turn.
My hands become saw, spade, steam plow, the dredge and the diver at work.
With curiosities infinite, my hands transform into concrete wall, basket, potter's wheel, dinner table, aqueduct and door lock and key.

But ever stained by the darkness of mortality,
my hands transmogrify! 
Melt! Morph into the wicked!
My hands become bow and arrows, rope and gallows, and the gun! 
The gun! The gun! The gun!
The stationary gun, the gun on wheels, the camouflaged gun!
The army of guns, the torpedo gun, the mortar gun, the EXPLODING gun!
The bullet, the speeeeeeeding bullet!
That reminds us so quickly that we are anything but the center of the universe!
That we are simply specks of dust multiplying our
hands, feet, eyes, ears, one mouth, and however many pounds of skin
to the Nth degree!
With the invention of invention...