Knowledge is smithed over time. Ideas are repeatedly hammered in the forge. Truth is found through trial.
I visit to Cato's in the late afternoon. Pulling open the black oak door to Cato's blacksmith shop. A small bell rings upon my entrance. Some how the pealing sound can be heard above the sound of metal being struck In forge out back. the hammer stops ringing. Then Cato calls. "What are you here for, conversation or metal?" I reply. "Conversion" We begin with a discussion of why men must suffer.