This is my axe. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My axe is my best friend, it is my life, and I must master it as I must master my life.
My axe, without me, is useless. Without my axe I am useless. I must swing my axe true. I must axe more efficiently than my cousins so that they too are lifted higher.
My axe and I know that what counts is a combination of each swing we take, the sound of every chop, and the shavings we make. Most of all we know the form created is a way of life. We will create and as such we are created.
My axe is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus I will love it as a cousin, I will learn its strengths and weaknesses. I will know its warm haft and cold steel, and the shape of its bevels. I will keep my axe sharp and ready, as I am sharp and ready. We will become part of each other.
I swear this creed before the Heavens and the Earth, which gave rise to the trees and ore. As I stand with my axe I am not alone in the forest, I stand with my cousins, we are the saviours of my life.So be it, until we realise there is no enemy, and restore the greatest wood culture to Glory.