The Layers go Deep

Did you ever run your hand over the grain of wood, feeling the different imperfections, the roughness, the smooth spots, the places where the woods knots and twists and forms patterns beneath layers of fibrous matter? Then you mold this wood, you cut it, sand it, shape it, this wood which was once living and breathing. You make it into something: a chair, a floor, a wall, whatever.

We take creation and subdue it; we destroy a tree and dominate it... But it's beautiful building that rocking chair, and it's good to sit still, to rock back and forth, back and forth, and to be peaceful for a moment.