I have lost count of how many pencils I have, how many I work with. Here's a picture of my "guys."Here also is a link to a story about how pencils are made, and the mystery of their creation in that no one person can make one, it is a global endeavor.
From The Freeman, Ideas About Liberty. . .
I, Pencil
By Leonard E. Read • May 1996 • Volume: 46 • Issue: 5
My family tree begins with what in fact is a tree, a cedar of straight grain that grows in Northern California and Oregon. Now contemplate all the saws and trucks and rope and the countless other gear used in harvesting and carting the cedar logs to the railroad siding. Think of all the persons and the numberless skills that went into their fabrication: the mining of ore, the making of steel and its refinement into saws, axes, motors; the growing of hemp and bringing it through all the stages to heavy and strong rope; the logging camps with their beds and mess halls, the cookery and the raising of all the foods. Why, untold thousands of persons had a hand in every cup of coffee the loggers drink!
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