My father was a carpenter, and I know first hand that the idea that they view nails and boards only as a means to build something is silly.

Carpenters love their nails and boards--they delight in the rattle of nails in the keg, and revel in the smell of fresh cut planks. The the pitch of a well struck nail rises as it is driven, and that sound, in turn, drives a carpenter.


You might as well say that musicians only care about notes and chords because the make the final piece of music.