This trip to other planets is educational. Especially the attempt to enter the state of a workshop, but also the mind, or even the spirit of someone much younger than oneself. Or younger oneself. Arranging the fingers on the neck in a shape imprinted in calluses and then not used for decades can recreate the entirety of one's own person, like a constellation of stars not seen for a long time. And be surprised at how, despite all the obvious changes and the effects of time passing, certain things clearly remain unchanged. Like still being a child who dreamt of being an adult. Like knowing little more, despite all appearances. Most of all those independently cultivated and guarded appearances.

One is neither a fox nor a lion. One is a ferret.