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It occurred to me the other day, as I was adding photos to my album in here, that I've been a member of BF for a little over three years.
Having just celebrated my fifth year in owning and operating a business, I got to thinking about the immediate past as a matter of course, and all the changes I experienced in my life during that time.
We are all subjects of a time of great volatility right now, but my life has been nothing but volatile for the past five years!:yawn:
In a good way, but I still have to get to bed early in order to function. But I digress...
I realized that just a little over three years ago, I was experiencing some worrisome health problems which lead to the diagnosis of a fairly interesting and mentally debilitating ailment. I won't go into it, but the significant thing is that that is when I really started to become almost obsessively interested in knives. My brain was constantly full of them, my thirst for knowledge seemed like it could not be slaked in a life time.
That obsession was so consuming, that I started out with little to no clue about contemporary cutlery culture, and now within a short time, have made friends and contacts who have deep histories and connections in this community. I now consider myself to be relatively knowledgeable on the subject and have started dabbling in the business of it. I've gone from discovering simple production knives, to knowing some of the intricacies, history and methods of the handmade knife, (thanks to this forum, and to David Darom and a couple of other Collectors here with extremely good taste, and makers who've taken the time to share their thoughts with me
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There was another time in my life, which was extremely stressful and angst ridden, (some of 'The Teenage Years':barf:
) where I first really took an interest in knives, although the seed of that interest had been planted long before. Especially the 'hand made' part.
For me, the knife channels my focus. Provides me with tranquillity, especially once I started to become interested in throwing them well, which really helped bring my focus to the here and now and relax my thoughts. Like drawing an arrow. Became something of a monolith for me, and helped get me back on track when faced with challenge*
So, what I'm getting at is this; how have you relied on knives? What do they do for you? Mentally, physically... There is a reason why knives are so intrinsically interesting, what is it that flips your switch? If the fire was always smoldering, what was the gasoline that turned it into an inferno?
Hmm. The Riddle of Steel.
Having just celebrated my fifth year in owning and operating a business, I got to thinking about the immediate past as a matter of course, and all the changes I experienced in my life during that time.
We are all subjects of a time of great volatility right now, but my life has been nothing but volatile for the past five years!:yawn:

I realized that just a little over three years ago, I was experiencing some worrisome health problems which lead to the diagnosis of a fairly interesting and mentally debilitating ailment. I won't go into it, but the significant thing is that that is when I really started to become almost obsessively interested in knives. My brain was constantly full of them, my thirst for knowledge seemed like it could not be slaked in a life time.
That obsession was so consuming, that I started out with little to no clue about contemporary cutlery culture, and now within a short time, have made friends and contacts who have deep histories and connections in this community. I now consider myself to be relatively knowledgeable on the subject and have started dabbling in the business of it. I've gone from discovering simple production knives, to knowing some of the intricacies, history and methods of the handmade knife, (thanks to this forum, and to David Darom and a couple of other Collectors here with extremely good taste, and makers who've taken the time to share their thoughts with me


There was another time in my life, which was extremely stressful and angst ridden, (some of 'The Teenage Years':barf:

For me, the knife channels my focus. Provides me with tranquillity, especially once I started to become interested in throwing them well, which really helped bring my focus to the here and now and relax my thoughts. Like drawing an arrow. Became something of a monolith for me, and helped get me back on track when faced with challenge*
So, what I'm getting at is this; how have you relied on knives? What do they do for you? Mentally, physically... There is a reason why knives are so intrinsically interesting, what is it that flips your switch? If the fire was always smoldering, what was the gasoline that turned it into an inferno?
Hmm. The Riddle of Steel.
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