Benedict de Spinoza, perhaps the "purest sage" of all time, was a lens grinder. I think he died from inhaling glass dust. Not all at once, mind you-- just incidentally, during his years on the job. Since Spinoza was a monist who believed "God" was everywhere, some referred to him as a "god-intoxicated man".
Recently, I've done some "Lens" grinding as well. While the results lack Spinoza's sagacity and purity, at least they don't suffer from dust. However, if God is in beer, then I experienced a few moments of divine intoxication this evening.
Here's the latest:The nation's sacrifice zone pt 1The nation's sacrifices zone pt 2
Seriously, if you are chopping vegetables in the kitchen and Jersey Shore
is within earshot, you might hear
"I feel like a pilgrim from the friggin' 20s
washing [clothes in the sink]!"
And you might lose concentration, along with several digits.
That's something you wouldn't want to explain.