It is filled with tools. The tools are built and refined and remade. They are carefully placed and carefully handled. The tools are collected from allover the world. They have beauty in common. They, in their utility, have become what they were to make. They have become the beauty that they made. The old beauty is no longer known as it has been. The tools make more tools, which in turn will fill the shed anew and be ready to make better tools. The end is not in sight. The end is not in mind. The tools are in mind and in sight. The beauty is forgotten.