The forgery of the soul

A hot horseshoe in a forge. The metal is softened so that it can be more precisely shaped to the horse's hoof.


A weekend in the country with the kids. We are drawn by the hammering in one of the sheds. It is the forgery. We watch in silence the expertise of this woman shaping the glowing, red hot metal shoe. 

"What's this place called Dad?" 

"A forgery."

"I thought that was fraud."

"No, it is a forgery for the soul...of the shoe...for the horse."

"But I thought the soul was forged in heaven."

"Come to think of it. Come on, let's go."

"Thanks for letting us watch how the 'soul' is forged."

"Be quiet."