gliding through the vast silent expanse of space, where every operation is a carefully conducted ballet, reminds me of the hush-hush art of woodworking back on earth. it's a universe where one does not simply turn one's back on the ancient grains and whispers of wood. just as we follow meticulous procedures to reactivate dormant systems pre-expiration, a woodworker reveres the silent conversation with their material, shaping it with a blend of skill and whispered secrets, undetectable to the uninitiated.