"The expectations of life depend upon diligence; the mechanic that would perfect his work must first sharpen his tools."
Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC)
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.