Last month I made a batch of wooden belt buckles from a block of spalted maple. "Spalting" in wood is when invading fungi leaves behind mineral deposits that appear as dark, wandering lines and random splotches. They are botanical scars, the products of a microscopic war.

To my eye it is the flawed, the damaged and disfigured things, that better reflect us.
Imperfection is universal. Injury is our common language. Embrace it.