While working on some bows in my shop this last week, trying to follow the grain while I scraped and sanded, I found myself lost in the wood patterns. I began feeling rather proud of the product of my labor. Then it hit me that I only removed what wasn't the grip and the window. The beauty of the wood, the grains that made each one identifiable, and unique from each other, that was made by the creator, God. They are all as unique as a thumb print, few can be mistaken for another species. From the most plain, straight grained hickory, to cocobolo, it's all beautiful, and it's not me or any other man, that made it, or even could make it.