"The perfection of a clock is not to go fast, but to be accurate."
Luc de Clapiers (1715 - 1747)
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.