The end of summer

Elegiac in the manner of having finished your work for the time being.

Neither sure whether the work was well made--having made the work as good as one could--or sure that it wasn't. Knowing it couldn't have been made any better at the time.

Reversing the tedency to benefit from the sweat of the many at their expense or the need to manipulate others so that a select few might profit. Concentrating on the self and its most essential and practical expressions and making things in that spirit.

Measuring the growth of the old proverb 'you can't own something until you give it away' day by day, and notching marks in pencil on the concrete wall.

While making an urn, making the lid first or, better yet, not making the lid at all; while writing, letting white space be white space.

The promise to keep working alone at night while there is light still in the sky.