There is nothing quite so meaningless than pugging badly de-aired clay through a 4″ Venco with poorly fitted or leaky seals.

No matter how many times we re-pug it doesn’t get any better.

It is a beautifully rewarding example of futility, Sisyphus tried to tell me.

I’ve rolled a few stones up a hill or two, but I usually end up crushing them into glaze powder.

Preparing clay can fill our meaningless days in an endless cycle of pugging and re-pugging.

I’d better fix that seal.

But how can I fix that seal when there is so much pugging to do?

Pirsig tried to tell me in Zen and the Art of Venco Maintenance.

Still, everyday comes to an end.

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Nothing lasts.

Nothing is ever finished.

Nothing is perfect.