I do. When you look at a blade, you can almost feel the heat that shaped it, the pressure in the forge, the rhythm of the smith’s hammer. It’s like a faint echo of the maker’s breath. Whether that echo is a piece of the smith’s soul or just the memory of a fire is hard to say. I think the metal remembers the process, and the spirit of the person is in how they choose to use it, not in the steel itself.