The Sharpest Tool in My Life

I love a great kitchen knife.

On Sundays in Montclair, Oakland, there’s a local farmers market. Sometimes, a woman sets up a small table just outside it. On that table are handmade knives from Japan.

One Sunday, I picked one up and instantly fell in love.

The balance. The weight. The beauty of it as a tool. I had to buy it.

That knife has become a reminder of my consciousness.
It cuts cleanly, effortlessly, with precision.