How involved do I get with you?

I sat back and looked at the to-do list today.  Materials, technique learning, assembly, tooling, design, finish, testing, theory, testing, dissemble, repair, test, assembly, finish, testing, materials, testing, learning...
Where do I draw the line?  Should I have to learn it all just to claim some imaginary prize?  Do I give some of the work away and live with it.  Or...
Is this my baby?  The new-born that I trust to no other?  A screaming infant that I hold and listen to, even though the cries cause my ears to bleed.  A toddler that I learn to walk with?
Part if me says no, I will not have a part of another in this.  It will be me.  No marriage, a spawning of ego and Id together that takes living form.  Now, we are back to Frankenstein.  His monster, which wasn't a monster to him, was of a single parent.  Will it be grotesque to others and yet beautiful to me?  Will I be the only one capable of noticing its value and be alone in the marvel of creation.  Well, who cares?  It's something for me, not them.  It's my ride, we'll just be a blur anyway.