"We forget the prodigies one man and a kit of tools can do if he likes the work enough."
David Pye (1914 - 1993)
My eyes have been filled with the endlessly changing patterns of the grains. I have felt the warmth of a thousand suns in my hands every day. I have smelled the rich, tangy odors of the freshly hewn chips. These are the things that have made my life so fine.