Dig Another Well.
There’s a story in Genesis 26 about a farmer named Isaac. One day he woke up to find his wells had been filled in by the locals who envied him. Without those wells, his livestock would die.
It happened more than once. The locals destroyed his work, plugged his water source, and tried to drive him out.
I don’t know why he didn't fight them. Maybe he knew he couldn't win that way. But I do know this: every time they stopped up a well, he picked up a shovel and dug another one.
Eventually, his persistence outlasted their spite. They left him alone.
That’s the philosophy. I’m not saying "be a doormat." I’m saying "don't be a victim."
When the world fills in your well, you don't sit there and die of thirst. You move ten feet to the left and dig another well.
I used to build systems in the cloud. I moved data across the world in milliseconds.
Then, the machines learned to do my job.
Now, I spend my days in a welding booth. I fuse steel with fire and electricity. My back hurts, my credit score is shot, and I haven't been this happy in thirty years.
Yes, 2024 sucked. 2025 sucked exponentially. But I do not dread getting up in the morning. We are surviving.
I learned two things making this transition:
Steel doesn't lie.
The future isn't about the machine replacing the human. It's about the human making the machine his partner.
Kaolin Press is that partnership.
We don't hide the AI. We don't pretend to be something we aren't. We take the raw ore of digital imagination and we temper it with human judgment.
And then we take a little for the bills, and give the rest away.
Welcome to the workshop.
Contact me: The domain name is kaolinpress dot com and the mailbox is editor.