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When I was a kid, I watched a special once about how Japanese swordsmiths make traditional katanas. I’m not sure why it stuck with me into adulthood—maybe Freud would chime in here—but either way, my mind latched on to the process as a mirror of life.
Heated metal is hammered, pounded, and brutalized until all the imperfections rise to the surface and are erased.
Sounds about right.
journal of Gideon Masters
