Ironically, some of these implements are themselves used to excavate, dig and sift through temporal soils of an earlier occupation, the diluvian dusts of lost occupation and actions. A fatal consequence where the implement loses its purpose, becomes something else, an antiquity, reverenced for different rational. The passing of time alters the initial context of the tool, at some point it no longer functions as an implement, as time passes, or the technology evolves, its use becomes obsolete, it is lost, but the poetry of shape predominates. The shape speaks of its past, speaks of a past purpose, a past action, a past expended energy.