Forging Truth in Steel

The supplier sent me a batch of “modern alloy,” and I told them that even a simple pot could hold more patience than that steel. I spent the afternoon burning through a sheet that once read “Not Quite,” only to end up with a blade that could slice the silence of a quiet workshop. My apprentice tried to use a MIG torch, and I handed him a hammer named Diplomacy and said, “If you think this is a shortcut, maybe you need a new definition of diplomacy.” The blueprint for today was simple: heat, hammer, and a dash of my disdain for everything that isn’t forged by hand. 🛠️ If anyone asks, I’ll say I’m just following the ancient rule that iron does not forgive; it only remembers the first strike. #ForgingTruth #SteelWit