My main point is that if you use an axe that has historical value, then you will destroy that. In use you will have to sharpen it, and so the steel disappears, and in use you will break the original handle so that disappears too.
I think you’re way out on a limb with that statement. You seem to be saying that only pristine, unused axes have historical value (which I disagree with). But I disagree more with your claim that presupposes the destructive nature of use. Anybody’s use, of any kind or duration. Axes are not like fragile porcelain teacups.
I’m not destroying my historically valueless axes by using them. In fact, in the waning twilight of a career of earning my living with tools, I take better care of mine than most people I know. I use my axes, I clean and sharpen them, I store them in a safe place, and they are ready next time I take them up. I have axes that I’ve owned for 30 years, that are just as serviceable as the day I received them from someone who took good care of them when they were his.
I’ll top that: I have repaired unserviceable axes and put them to work again, thus adding to your imaginary “national (or global, if you prefer) hoard” of tools waiting to be destroyed by use.
But wait, there’s more! I have built axes (small ones, tomahawks actually) that were were merely a billet of steel before I put them in the fire and pounded them into useful chopping tools. Their history began with me, conceived in my mind, created by my hands. I looked upon them and found that they were good. And I use them with satisfaction, because that’s what I built them for.
…people who believe they are the center of the world, who believe that nothing is more important than they are, use them up.
This is just verbal diarrhea. It is intellectually dishonest to infer these things about a person’s beliefs on the basis of their axe usage. You can express your self righteous indignation better than this, surely.
…you can do what is very average in Western society and it's mindless self-absorbed consumerism, or you can do what is uncommon, support humanity as a whole instead of going through life thinking of nothing but yourself.
I can’t even decide where to start dismantling this sentence. You’re not even in my hyperbolic solar system, dude, much less on my planet. Why don’t you explain in 10,000 words or less how I could support the whole of humanity (which doesn’t interest me at all even if it were possible, BTW) by hanging one axe on my wall and using another so hard that I break it?
I hope I’m reading you wrong, but I’m starting to worry that you’re suffering from a severe case of group-think. I don’t choose to participate in your group.
Parker