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I expected this to be about the strengthening of interpersonal bonds by accomplishing unfamiliar tasks together. I've built IKEA or similar furniture with quite a number of people, from my own family to friends, acquaintances, and potential mates. It was always a good time, even when a part went missing or we assembled something backward early on and had to redo half our work.

Many people have essentially lost touch with their manual abilities: from chopping vegetables (pre-chopped salad packs are virtually absurd) to changing flat tires (people think I'm weird when I tell them I can do it and they don't need to wait for a service to come). Even handwriting is all but lost in some places.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I find it soothing to work with my hands on small, simple objects which obey the rules of physics in a tangible way. Not Excel workbooks, not online shopping, not driving a car using cruise control with a camera that automatically keeps its distance from the car in front of you, freeing your feet to do, well, nothing.

Making things is therapy. It's no surprise that the things we make are imbued with positive emotions.

> Many people have essentially lost touch with their manual abilities

For many of us, using our manual abilities turns out like this:

https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=316356132437

We haven't so much lost touch as came to an understanding with the universe. Niles and Frasier said it well on the episode "Seat of Power" on the TV series "Frasier", after their attempt to fix a running toilet went very wrong:

   Niles: When you think about it, our only mistake today
   was trying to fix that toilet ourselves.

   Frasier: Yes, we tampered with the natural order of things.

   Niles: But now, order has been restored. By hiring a
   plumber, that plumber can now afford, say, a Dolly
   Parton album. Miss Parton can then finance a national
   tour which will, of course, come to Seattle, allowing
   some local promoter to make enough money to send his
   cross-dressing teenaged son to us for $150-an-hour therapy.

   Frasier: [raises his glass] To the circle of life.