With this chapter I remembered the opportunity when I visited an indigenous village and bought some items they made that were very expensive. Now, I can give value to those pieces because they are unique. We are used to mass-produced, ready-made pieces that we unwittingly devalue the entire construction process. How can we believe we are unique pieces, when we are the same as other pieces in the pile? Like the potter or the baker who knows that he needs time to make his work, we must know that everything has its rhythm: even the sun has it! A good chapter and a good sentence to keep in mind, Eric. Nice Friday!