2~Just Right

My first modular hut worked well. I'd had a load of larch planks and 4x2s delivered, and from it made a twelve sided hut. Each wall was about 32inches wide, and about half held windows. I'd put up a partition that reached the centre, where I was to put in a stove. I made the floor from a sectional frame, onto which I screwed plywood.
It all happened with a silent certainty that I can only explain as inspiration. I had none of my usual  jabbering, squabbling internal dialogue going on.
And yet the outcome was perfect.I thought it so..
 I called it the Goldilocks Hut.
It was just right.

There is a divine principle in good design. An Origami.
An unfolding of a natural, organic form, and then a refolding it into a thing that we want...
This can happen in the cleaving of the life-laid strata, of tree rings, and in the riving of sedimentary rock.
We can show respect for the trees usual form too, by reflecting its likely yield in our cutting list. We can choose a girth of tree that the forest wants to give us.
We can cut a length of log that can be taken from the forest with the least possible impact on the soil, and the remaining trees..
The structure we make can reflect within it that length put to good use.

This should be blindingly obvious in our practices, but woefully, it's not. Instead, a common solution is to render much of the smaller timber and slab to flake or chip or dust, then reconstitute it into slabs and boards. I find there is a deadweight to such pulverised materials that feels like the original tree or rocks resentment...
I'm ambivalent about plywood mind... It is produced by flensing a tree into thin sheets, that do reflect the trees form, then relayering these sheets with glue. Plywood occasionally gives me a toxic splinter, which might reflect it's revenge...
Ambivalent too about reconstituted cork oak as insulation slabs. I love that it's from a renewable source, and keeps its integrity of structure even when it's been wet though..

But the path to total consistency is, like the dutiful obedience to the normal practice, all too often, the road to righteousness, and that's not a place I ever wanted to go either. Even now, with online global communities dedicated to mutual enablement, priesthoods, traditions, and new norms all to easily take root.

 I always found the consistency of such folk somehow suspect, and mechanical
 as life, and design and solution, are all worth far more than that.