What's it like to be a brute, to walk around in some forest with your axe, and 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, a toboggan, muscles, and a solid grin as he stands there surveying the vast wilderness and scratches himself like an ape.