Why is it I find myself irresistibly drawn to well-made, sharp steel objects designed to separate matter? Knives are far more than that, of course. But why do i go into withdrawal if my knife mags don't come on time? Why do I feel antsy if I'm not at least current on what's going on in knifedom? I'm not a real highest-end owner (not yet). I do own enough knives to probably skin a herd of buffalo. More than I really need. Yet I am a junkie and my addiction comes in small rectangular boxes with excellent factory names on them. Gotta have more! *Aaaaakkkhh!!* Jim