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Why, untold thousands of persons had a hand in every cup of coffee the loggers drink!

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However, there is testimony galore; it's all about us and on every hand.After passing through numerous machines, the mixture finally appears as endless extrusions—as from a sausage grinder-cut to size, dried, and baked for several hours at 1,850 degrees Fahrenheit. Who would think that the growers of castor beans and the refiners of castor oil are a part of it? Why, even the processes by which the lacquer is made a beautiful yellow involve the skills of more persons than one can enumerate! Think of all the persons who mine zinc and copper and those who have the skills to make shiny sheet brass from these products of nature. Then there's my crowning glory, inelegantly referred to in the trade as "the plug," the part man uses to erase the errors he makes with me.To increase their strength and smoothness the leads are then treated with a hot mixture which includes candelilla wax from Mexico, paraffin wax, and hydrogenated natural fats. An ingredient called "factice" is what does the erasing.Mail delivery is exceedingly simple when compared, for instance, to the making of an automobile or a calculating machine or a grain combine or a milling machine or to tens of thousands of other things. Why, in this area where men have been left free to try, they deliver the human voice around the world in less than one second; they deliver an event visually and in motion to any person's home when it is happening; they deliver 150 passengers from Seattle to Baltimore in less than four hours; they deliver gas from Texas to one's range or furnace in New York at unbelievably low rates and without subsidy; they deliver each four pounds of oil from the Persian Gulf to our Eastern Seaboard—halfway around the world—for less money than the government charges for delivering a one-ounce letter across the street!The lesson I have to teach is this: Leave all creative energies uninhibited.The graphite is mixed with clay from Mississippi in which ammonium hydroxide is used in the refining process.

Then wetting agents are added such as sulfonated tallow—animal fats chemically reacted with sulfuric acid. The complete story of why the center of my ferrule has no black nickel on it would take pages to explain.

Indeed, there are some among this vast multitude who never saw a pencil nor would they know how to use one. Perhaps it is something like this: Each of these millions sees that he can thus exchange his tiny know-how for the goods and services he needs or wants. There is a fact still more astounding: the absence of a master mind, of anyone dictating or forcibly directing these countless actions which bring me into being. But to these miracles which manifest themselves in Nature an even more extraordinary miracle has been added: the configuration of creative human energies—millions of tiny know-hows configurating naturally and spontaneously in response to human necessity and desire and in the absence of any human master-minding!

Since only God can make a tree, I insist that only God could make me.

My "lead" itself—it contains no lead at all—is complex. Consider these miners and those who make their many tools and the makers of the paper sacks in which the graphite is shipped and those who make the string that ties the sacks and those who put them aboard ships and those who make the ships.

Even the lighthouse keepers along the way assisted in my birth—and the harbor pilots.

Once in the pencil factory—$4,000,000 in machinery and building, all capital accumulated by thrifty and saving parents of mine—each slat is given eight grooves by a complex machine, after which another machine lays leads in every other slat, applies glue, and places another slat atop—a lead sandwich, so to speak.