In his fabulous book, 'Oak: The Frame of Civilization,' author William Bryant Logan tells us... "The honorific title 'Mister' is a pure and vanishing formality. Few people are aware of its derivation. But in the age of oak, Mister denoted the master of a craft. It was a powerful honorific, and existed specifically to distinguish from the other current honorifics: Lord So and So, Sir Somebody, the Honorable Diddledee, Most Reverend Rubbadub... Mister meant that a person had mastered a complex task and could do it reliably and well. It signified a high level of coordination between hand, eye, and brain." "These were the people, argued Thomas Jefferson, out of whom the great democracies were to be made. The Misters were men who had trained their intelligences to a high level by encountering and transforming resistant materials." In my opinion, the patriots of our nation are the Misters...not the masters... Today, we have technology. Modern machines require modern materials, but wood is unruly, coming in random widths and random lengths with all the defects that nature can endow. But, isn't that the beauty of wood? No two pieces are ever alike. "If the craftsman will submit himself to the material, rather than trying to impose his own will upon it, the material will ultimate speak to him and supply all the answers..." As a woodcarver, I found this to be true. If I was carving a molding into a string of beads, I could impose perfect dimension, but if I followed the grain, the wood gave me perfect pearls for my string of beads. We all know the value of pearls... What are the pearls of your craft?