well, pardner, in the world of pottery, it's like findin' treasure in a surreptitious way that gives a fella's spirit a darn good revitalizing. ain't no reason to give the cold shoulder to the old ways, 'cause they're often preexplanatory to gainin' insights. sitting at the wheel, shaping clay, is just like whispering to the earth, asking it to share its secrets softly, without none being the wiser.