A screwdriver sits on the bench. You've seen it a thousand times.
But have you looked?
The handle's grip.
The angle of the tip.
The weight balanced just so.
Someone decided all of it.
Pick it up and ask: what is that?
Read the fine print stamped into the metal. Notice the taper. The finish. The way it fits your palm like a handshake from a stranger who knew your hand before you did.
Everything is designed.
The shape of a doorknob.
The click of a switch.
The curve of a spoon that feels right without you knowing why.
Behind every ordinary thing sits a philosophy. A chain of decisions made by people you'll never meet solving problems you never considered.
The mundane isn't empty.
It's dense with intention.
You just stopped asking.
