Making the Box

Kadizzle needed a small wooden box.  The box was to hold a control panel for the good ship.  When you need woodwork who do you call? As usual Ray came to the bugle call. Ray is the consummate woodworker. Kadizzle imagined a simple box, zip, zip, zip, bang, bang, and you have a box, but no this was Ray.  Careful measuring and detailed work ensued.  Slowly the box emerged with beveled edges, precisely made joints, glued, nailed, and made at museum quality.

Watching the master work embedded in Kadizzle the realization he has always known.  Kadizzle does not have the patience to tie his shoes correctly.  Kadizzle would throw a book across the room to kill a fly, Ray would shoot it's legs out from under it with a laser.  In his next life Kadizzle will be different.  He will be a craftsman, a musician, and a man that can accomplish something in an orderly organized fashion.  However, Kadizzle is still stuck in this life, so off to the boat to do some sloppy wiring, and other repairs that will indicate a monkey with a tool kit got on the boat.  Such is life.  Some were born to split atoms others have to stick to logs.