Exactly, how can one be right about an opinion, outlook, feeling, or anything as subjective as this hobby? It's all about the friendships we build along the way. I
can have learned more from young guys and girls getting into this hobby anew than I have learned from years of experience. It's great to have wise old grey beards and young whippersnappers to teach us all a thing or two. Or, show us a new way to look at a pipe or a tobacco blend that we may have overlooked. I've learned the hard way to never say never. Or, I've learned that I should't say it, ha ha. Sometimes old habits, ha ha. Anyways, I've enjoyed the thought provoking ways you guys have given me to look at all of this.
It's a pipe, a tool, a thing... but, it can mean so much more. Each of us has our own way of looking at these devices, extensions of ourselves.
It's a relationship, a symbiotic phenomena, a part of being human. The relationship between the artist and the viewer. We become a part of the creative process. The drummer and the dancer. The artist and the viewer. The ceramicist and the ritual. A painting can never be a work of art unless its message can be seen and conveyed upon the viewer. If it stays ina closet, it's just a thing. But, when you think that you're dancing to a drummer you admire, like when you are enjoying the aesthetic experience of smoking a Becker and connecting with that one guy, Paulo Becker, and you find out that the drummer or pipemaker is someone else, it changes the experience. Who is playing that drum? Who am I connecting to?
Sorry, I'm just a blabber mouth tonight, waxing poetic with some Astleys 109 in that Becker-ish bent rhodesian of mine. Ha ha.
Keep it smokey folks :
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