Yesterday I was up for many many hours travelling across the world. I’m not very good at sleeping on planes. I can’t hold my posture while I’m asleep and it hurts. Instead, I’ve been slipping into lucid half dreams. In my semi-slumber, I keep transporting myself to a place where I am cutting metal. I’m either watching a 1/2 piece of steel get cut in a mill or I’m cutting up lengths of aluminum. There is a patience that goes along with cutting metal. I have to pay attention and yet it is an important time to imagine the project as a whole and imagine the pieces fitting together, and imagining it working.

Hephaestus, Greek God of the forge must have had a brain that worked like that al the time. I can see him in his workshop under the Earth hammering his amazing, magical creations having the same daydreams. Imagining, planning, and fitting it all together in his head. I must dig up some good Haphaestus mythology.