Soul Or The Machine

The Navaho Indians believe that when a craftsman makes a basket or sand painting, his spirit actually enters the object, and he becomes part of it.

Not called craftsmanship, but when a parent raises his children, he puts a lot of blood, sweat and tears into that kid, and he becomes part of them... and them of him. This is after considerably more hours than the Navaho craftsman took.

A garaged Street Rod, lovingly built or restored through years of toil and many trips to the junkyard. A home-built airplane from a kit. Gorgeous oiled-oak kitchen cabinets from lumber. A new prototype missile. A modern relationship.

All of these are the same element in common: all are lovingly built by a craftsman who puts his heart and soul into the project, as well as untold years of work. And the differences are that hearts and souls can only be broken by relationships, not by baskets or machines.

By dismissing the object, you dismiss the man and by breaking the relationship you break his heart. On the other hand, their mother did not value our children and gave them up a long, long time ago. Similarly, but more recently, the Ex did not value our relationship and gave it up long ago too. No craftsmen, neither one cared... the Philistines.

I understand now. He who cares not, hurts not, whether it's an object or a person.

- © 2008 by Willy
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