This is exactly my kind of essay, and I’m surprised that I haven’t run into it before:

I, Pencil, am a complex combination of miracles: a tree, zinc, copper, graphite, and so on. But to these miracles which manifest themselves in Nature an even more extraordinary miracle has been added: the configuration of creative human energies millions of tiny know-hows configurating naturally and spontaneously in response to human necessity and desire and in the absence of any human master-minding!

– I, Pencil

This is a wonderful ode to the symbiatic relationships that spring up on their own when folks are at liberty to make their own choices, without anyone forcing them to do things ‘for their own good’.