A Brick (n.) hides the hands that made it: the master sees a shape go in and a brick come out, and the whole theory of form imposed on matter is the blind spot of a man who never enters the workshop.
A Brick (n.) is not clay plus a rectangle: pack sand into a brick mold and you get a heap, run clay through a spinneret and you get fragments.
A Brick (n.) is a true individual only for the few seconds it is being molded; afterward it is merely a leftover that begins to crumble.
A Brick (n.) carries the mood of the hour it was made in: the worker's haste, tiredness or resolve is pressed into it with the clay.
A Brick (n.) is a brick only for someone: its thisness points back to the use that was intended and the human who intended it.