There is simple satisfaction in a strong arm truing wood, in a firm hand kneading bread, in a finger feeding yarn to a spreading sweater pattern. There is latent celebration in an artist dreaming dreams on an empty frame of canvas, in a flautist spinning schemes out of breached imagination through a molten chambered maze. Knowing feeling is to master the initiative of making; hearts that shatter in this learning are the bounds of habit breaking . . . into likenesses of love.