The smell of pine resin still lingers in the shop. A 19th-century side chair came in with its back rail split clean through the joint. I cut new pins by hand, matched the grain as best I could, and let it sit under weight until the glue cured.
No flourish. Just steady pressure until the wood remembered how to hold together again.
A procedure, not a metaphor. Tool selection, entry angle, cut sequence, and verification. Enter the workshop.