A Storied History About US

To handle new planed wood, even to look at it or smell it, is to receive a message that life can still be in good heart; the very shavings are a crisp confirmation, a mystery; it is because wood, no matter how chopped, sawn, planed, somehow remains alive. I put my hand on the desk like a hand on a man’s shoulder. Into this material passed rain, sun, etc. It has lived and some secret part of it still lives. Notice few men who work with wood are unhappy.