Long ago, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a clockmaker. He was the most talented clockmaker in the entire land, the man loved his work and had become wealthy over time, making it that he had no material needs that were left to be fulfilled. Nonetheless, the clockmaker was never happy, since among all the people he knew, no one understood enough about clocks to really become his friend.
Sure, The clockmaker knew people, he even liked most of them. And yet, whenever he sold a clock and tried to tell its buyer about the glorious mechanism that was inside, all of their eyes went hazy. What he missed with all of them was the interest in clock making, the ability to build clocks together. At night the clockmaker would often lay down in his warm soft bed, stare at the starlit sky, and cry over the pains this hole in his heart gave him.
On one particular night, as these thoughts kept the clockmaker awake once again, he whispered in the dark: “I wish there was someone who knew what I kn