We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and he does it without destroying something else. A kind of refutation of the conservation of matter. That still seems to me its central magic, its core of joy.
John Updike, from Author's Guild Bulletin, Winter 2009 p. 39
As wonderful and beautiful as that sounds, I'd say the manufacturer does the same thing.
He takes a lump of rock and transforms it into a slab of steel. Then he reshapes it into a nice looking auto.
Not all manufacturers do this, of course, without destroying something beautiful. For example, a carpenter requires wood, so a tree is lost. But the tree is replenished....so the net loss is negligible vis a vis the net gain.