A heart that beats for the the dying crafts, I realize I cannot learn them all, I cannot save them all. A painful realization emerging from a pained experience.

"But with each change, a part is lost, 
A soulful rhythm, a sacred touch. 
A craft transformed, a culture tossed, 
A heart that beats, but not as much
For a craft that's dying, but yet can last.
For in the heart of every thread, 
There lies a story, yet to be told. 
And in the hands of every maker, 
A legacy that never grows old"