The hammer fell through the warm air of the blacksmith’s shop and it struck soundly on the ore. His eyes lit with fire as he stared into the amber glowing steel. The heat coming from it making him sweat. His hands, arms, back and body aching from the lifting of the hammer as his body came alive. He could no longer think. His entire being was in his body. The feeling of creation enveloped him. There was no thought. Just the movement of his body connected to the earth below him. Hammer, tools, ore and the earth, all as one with gravity pulling through them all. And the earth shook under him. And in this connectedness, there was no space for anything else.
The Teller of Tales 