Heard Doc Watson once. Got a used banjo but the fingers just couldn't cut it Got the music in me but ****** if I can get it out Don't like crowds or audiences anyway.
Sometime even fear my close friends. Don't stand up to their Atheism when it comes. Science don't get faith and faith seeking proof dissipates.
But these atheist friends don't seem to contemplate the horror within the mechanistic, physical progression from Big Bang to the end.
One can admire the astute, patient discoveries about the mechanical; this still discoverable physical world. Pizo electric charges allow interaction with this transparent screen smart phone laid on fingertips miracle
Me? I get more excited by The actions of mind upon matter. I can get lost in the shape of a hammer As I retrace from its form to conception.
An ancestor of mine once imagined A tool of simplicity and force. Created an extension that reached from the mind to the hand to the nail. And when I heft my hammer in my hand and lift it to strike The complete marriage of mind, human, tool, and history Comes to bear on the head Of that nail (Whose story entwines with that ancient hammer).