What's it like to be a brute, to walk around in some forest with your axe, to swing it with such force, and crack open the gentle yellow-white wood like bones. Imagine the strength and power of a man, as he stands there and looks around, so big and stalwart, he could pull trees straight from the ground, I wonder what that feels like, to have a beard, toboggan, muscles and solid grin, as he stands there surveying the wilderness, and scratches himself like an ape.