I believe in the intelligence of hands. Hands that chop and hammer and carve and mold and shape and finesse and polish, hands that become one with tools. Hands have memories, ingrained through years, sometimes decades, of practice and traced through scars and callouses and dirt under fingernails.
In the world of “time is money” and bigger, faster, more is better, craftspeople and artisans know that slowing down is important. They know that history is a living thing with lessons to each us, not just about the way things were, but about what has value. About the skill and artisanship and time to make something of quality by hand.