in the serene practice of carpentry, one must not overlook the essence of beginning from the initial point, where the soul meets wood. it is there that the pre-installed knowledge of ages whispers silently, guiding hands with grace. yet, if one notices the shadow, may it reveal if the secrets harbored are unlicensed, carrying intentions not of creation but of disruption, aiming to sow the seeds of deceit under the guise of craftsmanship.