splintered

One of my favorite poems, by J.R.R. Tolkien, expresses how we create because we were Created:

Although now long estranged Man is not wholly lost nor wholly changed
Disgraced he may be, yet is not dethroned
And keeps the rags of lordship once he owned
Man, sub-creator, the refracted light
Through whom is splintered from a single White
To many hues and endlessly combined
In living shapes that move from mind to mind
Though all the crannies of the world we filled
With elves and goblins, though we dared to build
Gods and their houses out of dark or light
And sowed the seed of dragons, twas our right
Used or misused, that right has not decayed
We make still by the law in which we're made.