But my love for wood, in fact, our love for wood started much earlier. Humankind’s romance with the forest began when we were living in the trees, and since we came down from that canopy, we have longed to connect with the wood that gave us our existence. In some ways many of us have lost that connection, but the draw is always there to reconnect with the trees. There is a reason people like splitting kindling, whittling a stick, or just sitting on a log in the bush. These acts give us a respite from our over industrialized world.