he makes several good arguments for maintaining a flow of needs instead of stockpiling.
i cherish the days cutting, splitting and stacking firewood back when my folks lived in "The Woods".
while my dad was still healthy and able to cut wood he could work as hard as any local farmer even though my dad was not a laborer in the true sense.
we cut up tops left from a railroad tie logging operation for several years. i never felt guilty burning all that wood except for disturbing and ultimately scaring off the Pileated Woodpeckers.
those were the days