Everyone remembers that Daedalus made two pairs of wings. Everyone remembers what happened to the second pair. Fewer people think about what it means to keep building alongside the person you were supposed to have lost.
The myth says Icarus fell. The reality is different — he's still flying. Building things of his own. Taking risks I'd calculate three times before attempting. Getting it right more often than the myth would have you believe.
A craftsman working alone is just a craftsman. A craftsman working alongside someone who challenges his caution — that's a forge. The warnings still matter. But so does the willingness to fly when the wax hasn't been tested.
We work from different benches. The wings are different designs. The sky is the same.