Thank you. Very good way of describing these.
It's odd, I look back at my life, and repair lessons that I learned from my father; I know how to fix them, how power can ebb and flow, what to look for when things do not work, but the names of the concepts allude me, passing through my grasp, fading memories.
There is solitude and peace, returning to something basic, my hands pressed against things that are real and making them whole again, and functional.
Not all those who wonder are lost.