How can one reconcile/redeem the primal barbarism of the lethality of a knife--designing and creating it for the express purpose of the immoral killing of human beings via the blood lust that lives in the baseness of our reptilian brain stem--with the soul stirring beauty of refined master craftsmanship embodying the nobility of human achievement via the sincere integrity of earnest discipline, intellectual growth and cultivation of sublime artistic esthetics thus stirring the soul of beholders to the loftiest of aspirations of transcendent consciousness and morality which lives uniquely yet universally in the compassion of the human heart?
Easy--just don't sharpen the knife.