Ryobi BT3000 my friend

Of course you can love a machine more than a person. It is a sad irony that the selling of my home means at least temporary retirement for the table saw that made the house so darn sellable in the first place. There is no part of this house that did not benefit in some way from the Ryobi's masterful combination of power, control and accuracy -- qualities which, in that nigh magical transference that happens between mechanical objects and the humans that care for them, I would for the duration of a cut embody as well. The smell of sawdust, sweet and slightly acrid. The almost embarrassing pleasure of touching together two perfectly mitred corners. The deep satisfaction of positive locking parts snapping firmly into position.
I will miss you Ryobi BT3000 my friend.