Obsession

Building my Gatling Gun,I think of nothing else all day. I woke up at two in the morning with the idea of how to make a better firing mechanism. I feel like Richard Dreyfus in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, when he built that big mud mountain in his living room. I'm neglecting my wife and kids. I have no time for them. Whatever they want means nothing to me. I don't know why just yet, but God wants me to build this thing. And build it I will. I just got back in from the workshop with the new modifications done. I need to let the wood glue dry, so I can't test it until tomorrow, and the test will be directly into someones face (unless God tells me otherwise).